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Sat. April 8th, Sophomore Year

Derek lays still, absolutly devastated (yet again), waiting for everyone else to be gone. Once he has most of his feeling back he rolls over and hurls up everything in his stomach. He is so distressed he misses Stiles passed out in the Jeep's driver seat. Stiles starts coming around as Derek picks himself up dejected, lumbers to the woods, and starts runn..no, jogging away. Derek, again, missing the fumbling sound of keys and the jeep starting. He focuses instead on running back to his train depot as fast as he can with some of the venom still flowing through him.

He trudges inside, straight to his mattress in the corner and lets himself fall face first; ignoring the pain of basically falling onto the concrete. The emotional pain he feels right now is far greater. He feels so betrayed, violated, and alone. Again. 

"Maybe I should just chain myself up now and just die alone too," Derek chokes out, refusing to let the tears fall.

Then he growls low when he hears the distinct rumble of the jeep pull up outside. He jumps to his feet and launches outside. He gets to the jeep as Stiles slumps out, grabs Stiles by his shirt, and slams him agaist the rear door. He starts to growl and ask 'how dare you?!' but it gets caught in his throat, replaced by a whimper, when the strong smell of blood and death reaches his nose. He flinches back and starts to notice the extent of Stiles' injuries.

He loosens his grip. Lastly, he notices the lack of fight in the boy, having been replaced with extreme pain and exhaustion. He lets go completly and Stiles slides to the ground with a groan and wheezing breaths.

"Stiles?" He whines out.

"I didn't," Stiles starts before doubling over and throwing up blood.

Derek's eyes widen and he drops down to his knees. He can guess where that sentence was going. He should have known; Stiles was too smart and loyal to have ever been involved with that awful plan. 

Stiles takes a wheezing breath, "I would have stopped him. This was all so selfish. I know," he cuts off with another groan, "I know what the bite means. To you. I didn't know. I'm sorry," he forces out painfully.

"Stiles, thank you; but you need a hospital. Why would you come here first!?" Derek growls concerned.

"I needed you to know, so I," he groans again and collapses forward in a curled up heap. Derek catches him to keep him from landing in his own blood and bile, picks Stiles up, and then starts heading for the Camero. Stiles comes around and weakly shakes his head no.

"Stiles," Derek pleads.

"No, Derek, Please," he wheezes and coughs up more blood, "Your bite. Please. I know you hate me. But please. I have try."

Derek turns around to race inside, hope and despair warring in his heart. "I don't hate you. Never have. But Stiles, I'm a terrible Alpha; proven by all my betas leaving me...I..Stiles you.. you don't want this."

Stiles places a shaky hand on Derek's cheek, "I do want this. Have wanted it. The time just wasn't right. But, I want you. You will be a great Alpha, you just need more time and help. Please," he whispers in a much too frail voice. Then his breath hitches and the groans curling up impossibly tight in Derek's arms as blood starts to seep through his pants.

Derek chokes up at the Alpha and wanting him comments, as well as the sight in his arms; just how wrong it feels.

Derek rushes over to his mattress, gently puts Stiles down, and rips off Stiles' shirt. He freezes and can't stop the growl that comes from deep in his chest, "This is not just from driving the jeep through the warehouse wall Stiles. You will tell me what happened." He needs to know who did this to Stiles. They will pay greatly.

"Later Alpha," he grits out barely audible.

Derek wastes no more time, letting his fangs drop, eyes glowing brighter than with any of the others, and bites Stiles an his left hip. He puts every intention and desire into saving his loyal friend with this bite. Stiles groans in pain but then goes slack.

Derek sits on the mattress, back against the wall, pulls the unconscious boy into his lap, and starts draining the enormous amount of pain.

"Jesus Stiles, how did you even drive here? How were you even standing or talking?" He grits out hoarsly. He drains as much pain as he can and then settles in to wait. A little while later Derek feels the weak bond he had with Stiles snap to life with new strengths. He sighs relieved with his entire body, pulling Stiles tighter against him.

He begins to notice Stiles' sweet honeysuckle and old spice (mainly from his near constant anxiety and nerves) scent taking on a burnt edge and adding scents of crisp Autumn air, dried leaves, and ozone.

Derek furrows his brows, "Ozone? Usually that scent is only on magic users. You never do anything predictably do you?" He huffs amused pulling Stiles in even tighter.

An hour later Peter comes barging into the depot, Beta shift on full display, and eyes glowing when he sees Derek holding Stiles in his arms. Derek growls and flashes his own in warning.

"What are you doing with that traitor?" Peter snarls.

"He didn't know Peter. I don't know what happened to him; but, he was not part of McCall's plan. He came to apologize..and...and ask for the bite. Jesus Peter, just look at his injuries still. He smells of Gerard and wolfsbane. He was throwing up blood and bleeding through his pants. This was not all from driving through that wall."

Peter flinches at the guilt and sight, pulls back his shift, and really looks at the pale boy in Derek's arms. He does notice the very strong smell of blood (and the pants), the worrying bruised and broken torso, burned hands, missing fingernails, bruising on this neck that looks an awful lot like rope and hand marks, battered face, a couple gashes on his chests that came from a knife (spelling 'bitch'), the boys steady but ragged wet breathing, the hunter scent, and the too slowly healing bite mark.

"Tortured. Gerard marked, tortured, and beat him," Peter gasps out unsteadily. Peter knows Stiles would not look like this if he had talked. He approaches slowly, eyes finally fading back to normal. He always admired the boy's tenacity and bravado. It was the whole reason he offered him the bite all those months ago. He hates to admit it, but he is quite fond of Stiles; of course it helps that he is Noah's kid.

He places a hand on Stiles' shoulder to drain some pain and he gasps at the sheer amount and intensity of it. He looks up to Derek and sees a horrified understanding expression before looking back down to the boy. The fiercely loyal and frighteningly intelligent teen.

"He's healing too slow to be a 'wolf. Did the bite take?" Peter looks back up at Derek.

"It did. His scent has started shifting and his bond is solid. But, you're right. He doesn't smell like a 'wolf."

"So where are your other Betas? I saw Isaac follow McCall as I followed Gerard. Who, by the way, is dead now and won't be able of to come back," Peter mocks and then snarls.

"They left," Derek whispers, looking away and then smelling amused satisfaction coming from Peter.

"Ah, Karma is truly a bitch," Peter snarks.

Derek growls before sighing, "I didn't want to leave you," he whispers sadly.

Peter freezes, all scents becoming unreadable, "What?"

"I didn't want to leave you alone. I don't know why Laura broke the bond; but, she was the Alpha and I was only a grieving 15 year old blue-eyed beta. She said you died. I...when I could come back, I found out you had survived and visited you every day, not long and sometimes not even being able to go into your room out of guilt, but I did. I'm sorry about what I've said. I missed you Uncle Peter. It was all my fault anyway."

Peter had seen the truth behind the attack when he died, and remembers what Kate had been screaming while they all burned. He also smells Derek's sorrow and guilt, and knows he is speaking his truth.

"First, none of that was your fault. You were drugged and raped for information Derek. That was all Kate. Second, you had no choice...she made you leave...she commanded you didn't she?" Peter inquires and growls when Derek nods. He closes his eyes and takes a few calming breathes. "Okay," he states, eyes shining blue as he submits. The hurt is still there and it will take time for them to work through it all, but this will start a new phase in their lives.

Derek's breath catches, eyes shining red in response, and he pulls Peter in so he can softly bite his throat. The bond snaps into place and they sag and cry together, scenting eachother heavily. Peter can feel three weak and frayed bonds and two strong ones. He scents Stiles and then joins by laying at Derek's feet.

Fifteen minutes later they feel a surge of power wrap around the bonds and strengthen all of them, stronger than even their bonds in their original pack. They inhale sharply; then Derek roars as he feels a surge of power through his Alpha Spark. So much so, that he is heaving breathes, drops Stiles, stands up, and doubles over as he full shifts into a massive black wolf. His eyes shining brighter than ever, now with a purple ring around his pupils that bleeds to a magenta that grades to the Alpha Red.

Peter looks at him in shock and then down to Stiles, "Magic?" he breathes and looks back up to Derek's shocked wolf form. "You. You full shifted. Into a Dire Wolf. Derek. The spark for your mother, it was only strong enough for her to be a large wolf. What is Stiles?" Peter stumbles through ineloquently, which he will refuse later, and then asks more to himself while looking back at Stiles. Stiles wounds still haven't started healing. He knows internal wounds are healing first. Derek runs off to shift back and redress.

Peter aims his voice at Derek, "You are going to want to shift back and forth until it feels natural and easy." Peter then picks up the shredded t-shirt pieces and starts cleaning Stiles' chest. He flinches in shared agony over what will most likely be an unwanted scar. He knows that pain all too well, and hopes there is something they can find to help Stiles later.

Derek shifts back and forth five times and then checks his phone; because, he feels the shock and regret coming from his other three betas' bonds. He finds a message from Boyd and Erica apologizing but still needing space. Then another saying they are at Stiles' house, hoping Stiles was okay, and that somehow they were safe from whoever these Alphas were trying to break in. He responds telling them to stay put as one comes through asking what the hell that was. "I'll explain when we get there," he responds.

As he makes it back to the mattress Isaac comes bursting in breathless and shifted, "What? What was that!?"

"We aren't sure, but you are coming with us," Derek replies.

Isaac bares his neck, "I'm sorry Derek," he whispers.

Derek sighs then walks over and rubs his neck, scenting his beta, and watches as Isaac (for once) doesn't flinch and actually relaxes. Then his scent spikes with horror as he spots Stiles. "We will explain. Come on, you sit with him in the back." Isaac gulps and nods.

Peter grabs Derek's arm, "You should grab some of your clothes to change him into once we get him cleaned up..and maybe some for now."

Derek nods, leaves to the back, returns handing Peter the clothes for later, changes Stiles, then picks him up. Togther they all head out to the camero.

"How did he even get that thing to run?" Peter wonders processing the extent of the damage.

"I don't know, but he is going to be sad later. He was always upset when it broke or broke down," Isaac adds.

Derek sighs and hugs Stiles closer for a moment before getting him buckled into the back next to Isaac, who holds him steady. They ride in contemplative, and slightly awkward silence, to the Stilinski house. They let out a collective groan when they see the Sheirff's cruiser parked in the driveway.

By the time they get out and turn around the man is standing on the front porch, arms crossed, and anger rolling off of him steadily; until he sees Stiles' prone and bloody form. Fear and concern replace everything else.

Noah leads them inside and Derek sits on the couch next to Erica and Boyd; still holding Stiles tightly, making his shirt rise enough to show some of the bruising and bite mark. Erica and Boyd apologize and bare their necks. They also smell of Gerard, wolfsbane, pain, concern, and mortification; so Derek scents and reassures them.

"Alright, will someone explain. NOW," Noah growls.

Derek gulps, "We, uh," he takes a breath, "The supernatural is real and we are werewolves.."

Noah holds up his hand, "Ya, I know. Claudia was a White Witch. We met with Talia long enough to recieve permission to stay. She wasn't happy I was back, but allowed it anyway. Now, I want to know what's been going on since we found your sister's body; because, I know Stiles has been lying."

Derek blinks at the older man, "Did she ward the house?"

Noah sits up straight, "Yes, how did you know that?"

"Nadzieja, you need to calm down Sweetheart. We will explain; but first, how was Claudia a witch? Your answer will clear some things up for us before we explain," Peter states softly.

Noah's face falters for a moment, a smell of fond memories comes from him. Derek looks to Peter with a brow raised in question. Peter waves him off.

Noah sighs, "Her father is a werefox, her mother is a szeptucha, and the rest of her family are born 'wolves. They are the Gagos Pack in Poland. We met on one of my deployments," he pauses to take a shaky breath, grief oozing from the man, "I thought the magic died with Claudia. There were a few moments of magic after she passed; but, then it stopped once we figured out Stiles' Adderall. So, I just...I thought is was left over from Claudia." His eyes are red rimmed and welling up with unshed tears.

Peter starts to reach over to take his hand, but then stops himself; however, Noah reaches over and takes Peter's hand and squeezes tightly.

Peter lets out a shaky breath and then speaks, "That's helpful. Alright, I'll start," Peter takes another breath and squeezes Noah's hand before pulling it back. He then starts with Paige being bit as a result of Laura's orders to Ennis (to replace the beta he lost), Derek being drugged and raped by Kate leading to the fire.

Noah growls again, impressing the 'wolves, crimes against children are a sure way to get him worked up.

Derek takes over for the next part, explaining Laura making them leave and breaking Peter's bond but telling him it was because Peter died, commanding him to stay in their loft in New York; which left Peter alone and vulnerable. How Peter was being poisoned and used and came out of his coma in a feral state, killed Laura, and bit Scott. He discloses the whole nightmare that followed: Peter biting Lydia, kidnapping Stiles, killing Peter and becoming Alpha, biting Jackson. However, Jackson became the kanima. Building his pack, Peter haunting Lydia and using her to come back to life in time for Scott to betray Derek and the pack to work with Gerard: forcing Derek to bite Gerard to cure Gerard's cancer.

Erica whimpers but clears her throat to add how Boyd and herself were leaving when Gerard and Allison captured and strung them up to an electric fence in the basement. Then Gerard dragging Stiles in and beating and torturing him. Trying to get Stiles to give him information; but, he refused.

Boyd briefly explains the torture entailed water boarding, choking and hanging, wolfsbane knives, nail pulling, and regular beatings; then how he somehow still pushed himself up and got the electrical burns trying to get them down before Chris found them.

Both then admit how Stiles had chastised them about leaving and told them he would help them talk to Derek in the morning. 

Erica takes over again to explain they knew he was hurt bad; but, then Chris came down and released them all, bringing them here, "He said he knew we'd be safe here." Then lydia showing up and dragging Stiles away. They wanted to follow and help; but, Stiles told them to stay.

Derek picks back up with a wobbly voice to explain the whole thing from there and how Stiles showed up at the train depot.

"Jesus," Noah groans, "you," he points to Peter who slumps over, "are forgiven. You clearly weren't all there or completly at fault. That didn't sound like my Peter at all." Noah pauses not noticing the looks of shock on the packs faces. "Gerard on the other hand," his growl once again impressing the 'wolves. "Where. Is. He!?" He grits out, grabbing Peter's hand again.

"Dead, love. I took care of it. Turns out McCall was working with Deaton and replaced Gerard's pills with mountain ash. I found him puking black goo, but could smell the bite took. And, well, that wouldn't stand. There is no resurrection possible either," Peter calms and reassures Noah; who sighs and nods closing his eyes. Boyd and Erica both sag in relief, Erica sobbing silently. 

"So, the truth Derek, how bad was he?" Noah whimpers.

Derek takes a deep breath and looks away with tears in his eyes, "Internal bleeding is my best guess. By the time he came to the depot he was throwing up blood, pale, had the cold sweats, wheezing and..." he chokes off as his throat grows tight around the lump that has formed. He isn't quite sure why this is making him SO upset and emotional. Stiles is a friend, but why does it feel like there is more to it?

Noah can tell none of the external injuries have healed, meaning the internal ones would have been fatal. "So you bit him right? He said he wanted it and that looks like a bite mark. And you said Scott saw he was hurt right?"

"Yes sir, and yes sir," Derek forces out.

"Right. So, fuck McCall after what he has done and since he hasn't even called to check on him. Next, wards? How did you know?"

Boyd pipes up, "While we were waiting, a group of 5 Alphas tried to break in. Their Druid emissary tried as well, but ended up I getting zapped, bad. The one Alpha had a walking cane."

Peter pales, "Deucalion and his Alpha pack."

Derek takes in a sharp breath, "Shit." He turns to Peter wide eyed and overwhelmed.

"You aren't alone anymore. We will start training to become strong enough to fight them," Peter says, squeezing Derek's shoulder. Derek breathes and then nods.

The betas then apologize for not even trying to understand where Derek was coming from, and promise to do better from now on. Derek scents them all with his own promise to do better too. Promises to try communicating better, and just trying to be a better Alpha.

"Well, this is now the safest place for all of you; and, I will not be letting you or Isaac stay in that depot any longer. You'll be moving in here, and I'll be joining the pack," Noah states firmly.

Derek stares at Noah, but then stands to approach the man. He bites down hard enough for the bond to snap into place, but not to draw any blood. The bond strength, again, surprising everyone. Derek is now borderline in shock, going from 3 feeble bonds (from them leaving) and one snapping before even fully forming, to six bonds stronger than ever before in 24hrs. Almost as shocking as losing your whole pack at once.

"Good. Now, you take him up, clean and wrap him, and don't leave him tonight; and you three, in the guestroom. Peter you are with me, it seems we have much to catch up on."

Before anyone moves though, all the 'wolves turn to the door letting out low growls. Noah gets up and cautiously answers, finding a forelorn looking Chris Argent.

"Noah?" He breathes out before noticing the growling. "I..I thought you were still at work?"

Noah ushers Chris inside and then closes the door. "Well, a very concerned Mrs.Kravitz called and told me of a man carrying a bloody Stiles into the house followed by two other bloody teens. Then said man leaving. Then a few minutes later her telling me Stiles left with another teen in a big rush. So, Argent, mind telling me why you didn't take Stiles to the hospital instead? Why here?"

Chris clears his throat and has the decency to look ashamed, " I know Claudia would have made it safe for you two. And I didn't realize he was that bad. Didn't think Gerard would go that far. Was he really that bad? I mean I saw him walk away from.." Chris snaps his mouth shut as his brain catches up to what he has been rambling. He knows it's too late, Noah had always been smart and observant. It's why he's a good cop. He clears his throat and looks away again, "I thought his friends would take care of him," he finishes lamely.

"Well, his pack is taking care of him now, and yes he was that bad. Crashing his jeep certainly didn't help."

Chris' eyes bug, "You know? About everything? About tonight?"

"Yes, Christopher. I've known about this world since a couple months of dating Claudia. She was a Gagos, but you clearly know that already. I've had my suspicions about what was really going on around here. I knew I was being left out of it and lied to by everyone involved. My suspicion got stronger when you showed back up in town. Do you have any idea how mortified I was when I learned about the Argent Hunting Family from her and her pack? I put a few things together about the Hales after meeting them. Was it all just a setup?"

"What!? No! I knew of my family's legacy and was trained from the age of 8 when not at school; but, I never wanted to hurt anyone who wasn't a threat. The Hales were a stable pack, they took care of their own if they went feral, and kept the town safe. I loved both of you! But..Gerard threatened to kill you both if I didn't marry Victoria. I gave them Allison but refused more, I couldn't. When we came back I was just doing my job; I didn't know about what Kate and Gerard had done. I even visited Peter at the hospital. Then when it was revealed that the feral Alpha was Peter...I actually cried for hours. But he was a threat..." he chokes off.

Peter comes around the archway, walks up to the now stunned Chris, and pulls him into a tight embrace. Chris lets at a single sob before collapsing to the floor embracing Peter back.

"I'm back Dearheart, and in my right mind this time. Like back in high school," Peter whispers.

Chris tightens his hold and sobs more freely. Noah joins them and gives a grateful nod to Derek when he sees him leading the others upstairs.

After a while Peter gently states, "Come my beloveds, let's go talk," while pulling both men up.

Noah locks up and leads them to his room stopping to check on Derek and Stiles. He sees Derek curled protectively and comfortingly around Stiles, who is now clean and almost completely wrapped in guaze and bandages.

Peter squeezes his shoulder, "He'll be fine Sweetheart. Derek cares for him more than he wants to admit. They are only 3.5 years apart... but, after Kate, all he sees is the fact that they are all underage. Hell, he is practically still a child himself. So, he won't act on anything for now. Maybe once he learns Stiles is actually 18...well maybe not even then," Peter admits thoughtfully, his sigh sorrowful.

Noah groans, "I know. Stiles has had a crush on him for a while now too..he just doesn't want to admit it to himself. Maybe some therapy for all of us would be a good idea."

"I think you are right love. Now, let's go talk; because, I still love you both; but, there is much to discuss before we can move forward," Peter states calmly pulling them into Noah's room, closing the door, and sitting them on the bed.

Noah chuckles, "Guess when your mates are part of the supernatural world it will find a way to bring you into it and back together." It breaks the ice for the overdo closure and understanding of the whole breakup fiasco; and, how to move forward.

Sun. April 9th

The next morning the men are up first and each kiss Chris deeply before he leaves to gather and talk to Allison. He had been unable to sleep and woke the others to ask the questions he had, especially about Allison's involvement last night. Only to find out Derek was actually saving Scott and didn't mean to bite Victoria, McCall had lied and led Allison to hurt others out of misguided hatred and revenge. McCall now becoming number one on the Omega watch list, knowing Derek would never trust the boy now. He can't say he disagrees. Then Allison breaks up with Scott after Chris tells her the truth about all of it. They then discuss what they need to do next.

Peter and Noah make a big breakfast, drawing down the three betas. Noah goes to check on Derek and Stiles when neither comes down. 

"Derek?" He whispers.

"Sheirff," Derek mumbles out heavy with restless sleep.

"Just Noah is fine Derek. How's he doing?"

"I don't know. His breathing has become steady and strong. He doesn't smell like fresh blood any more. His scent is done shifting; but, he's hasn't woken up and there is still so much pain to drain," Derek whines at the last part.

Noah sighs, "Derek, I know werewolf instincts are different and a lot comes from your senses. I know about how mates work and some of the werewolf dynamics. You don't have to be so nervous around me, son. I know you'll care for him no matter what. Besides if I'm right about his crush on you, I don't think I'll have much say in the matter anyway."

"Wh.." Derek starts and then stops, because he had noticed how much he cared for Stiles, trusted him, and how much more of an affect his scent has on him now. How much it smells of home. It would explain why he has been so affected emotionally, more than just his anchor hurting. Or, why Stiles became his anchor at all. And, why that betrayal hurt the most when he thought Stiles was involved.

So, he looks Noah in the eyes and only nods. He wanted to ignore just how happy he and his wolf were to hear Stiles had a crush on him (because if this man noticed it, it was likely true); but, he doesn't want to now. Now, he has to know. So, he will wait, right here, holding Stiles.

"Let Peter know when he wakes, and we'll come up then." Derek nods again and watches Noah leave and close the door.

Does he have feelings for Stiles? The teen is loud, annoying, and spastic; but, also loyal and caring. Deeply caring. And thoughtful. And clever. Not to mention how much the teen had matured both physically and mentally over their short time together. He can begrudgingly admit his attraction to the lithe lean teen that looks scrawny, but is actually quite muscular. He himself had underestimated the teen's strength until he was being held up for two hours in a pool acting more as an anchor than anything else. Stiles' strength reaches every aspect of his being. And those big beautiful whiskey eyes, those moles that he knows now travel down and cover his whole body. Not to mention his oral fixation, always putting something in is mouth or worrying his bottom lip. Derek had lost himself in watching him a couple times, entranced. Stiles has already proven his unwavering devotion by enduring everything he has, especially being tortured, talking sense into his betas, and then getting severe electrical burns trying to free said betas.

"Damn, I do don't I? I have feelings for Stiles," he mutters to himself. He looks back down to Stiles when he smells a spike in arousal and hope coming from him. "Stiles?" he asks gently.

"Derek, please tell me...I..I can't deal with more heartbreak," Stiles forces out while his eyes are still closed. He doesn't want to risk looking at Derek yet.

"Yes Stiles, I do have feelings for you. I think they've been sneaking up on me for a while now. And, well, now that I've had a chance to actually sit and think about everything; and since you've been turned, these feelings and instincts are getting stronger. Because..." he pauses. If he admits it out loud there is no going back, but Stiles is smart, and does a boat load of research. So he'll either find out or already knows, and Derek realizes he deserves the truth to come from him and not a book. "Because your scent..it smells like.."

"Home," Stiles finishes with Derek. Derek huffs and smiles, puts their foreheads together, and they just spend a silent moment leaning into eachother's presence. 

"I am also so incredibly grateful to you for bringing our betas home. We are a pack once more because of you. How are you feeling?" Derek speaks softly.

"You're welcome. You guys are my family, and I can't lose you guys. And," he groans, "like i was runover by a truck. But I think I just got an amazing boyfriend; so, you know, not so bad otherwise," Stiles smiles finally opening his eyes to look at Derek fondly. "Also, home smells like campfire, pine needles, and leather. It's intoxicating."

Derek's smile widens as his heart clenches painfully, "boyfriend and potential mate," he replies. He hears Stiles' breath hitch and his heartrate spike to an alarming rate; but, his scent shifts to an overwhelming elation. Derek takes a long inhale and then sighs. "Home smells of burnt honeysuckle, spices, autumn air, and ozone. So...same."

They smile together and Stiles whispers, "Mieczysław. My mate deserves to know my real name. Mieczysław Nicodem Gagos-Stilinski."

Derek looks at him in awe, "Beautiful," he whispers reverently, "what does it mean?"

"Sword of Glory, victory of the people. My maturnal great-grandfather's and grandfathers' names. Stiles is a nickname from my dad's side."

"Amazing. Just like you," Derek preens at the smile that gets, "Uncle Peter, he is up now," he says a little louder, though they know he heard all of it.

Noah and Peter come in a moment later, "How ya feeling kiddo?" Noah asks as he embraces Stiles gently.

"Sore, but I can feel myself healing. Um, so Mom came to me, while I was out. She told me I am a Guardian Spark and that she could sense it when I was born. She regrets not being able to be here long enough to have helped awaken and build it. She also said that because of my magic, personality, and family history," he stops to shoot a look to Noah, "that I'm a werefox, not a 'wolf. That my Spark is rare, created to help our Nemeton, and was only possible because of all the magic in my lineage. So, to keep the bite from over taking it, it awoke and influenced the bite, making me a werecreature associated with magic and nature spirituality. Hence the 'fox not 'wolf. My magic helped me stay alive and get the jeep running to get to Derek in order to get the bite in order to live. She and pradziadek (great grandfather) walked me through what it means to be both. She said she hid some journals from herself when she was diagnosed. They will help me train once I find them. So, ojcze najdrozszy (dear father)..what lineage?" Stiles loads with sass.

Noah cocks his head in confusion but sighs, "The Gagos are a pack. Your rodzina matki (mother's family) are werewolves, your dziadek (grandfather) is a werefox with forest magic, your babcia (grandmother) is a szeptucha, and your matka was a white witch. She always said I had some magic too. Just a little, that fed my instincts. It is why I can depend so readily on my gut feelings."

"It feels like there is more to your magic, but I don't know for sure. And, why didn't you tell me all this before?"

Noah stares at him for a moment, head tilting further, "You did know. You and your mom often spent time engaged with her magic. She told you you were both special. Some of your best days were when you two were doing magic. I always thought it was just her. When she got worse, so did the magic. You got diagnosed, we worked out your medication at her worst times when the magic was the worst. When I had to kill monsters before you noticed. Then she passed and it almost stopped. Then it did when we figured out your adderall. I always just thought it was leftover from her using her magic as a medicine, since it wasn't needed anymore, it left. Then you stopped talking about anything from before she passed. I thought you were protecting yourself, and I wasn't going to bring it back up. I didn't realize it was because you repressed all of those memories Stiles. l'm so sorry. I was just following your lead, keeping you safe; as you now know how dangerous this life can be. I'm sorry son. And I forgive you for lying to me, knowing it's because you thought you were protecting me."

Stiles just stares at the man for a moment before furrowing his brows. He digs deep into his brain with his magic and uses it to break through mental blocks from trauma, and some dark foreign magic. The others grimace at the sight of the black oozing magic seeping out of Stiles' nose and into his hand where it solidifies into a sphere. He drops the sphere and it shatters like glass and then vanishes.

Stiles is overwhelmed at the flood of memories that come crashing back. He feels the surge of happiness and knowledge to his fox and magic. He opens his tear filled eyes to Noah, "Dad," he sobs.

The three other men gape in awe as Peter's and Derek's eyes flash in response. His eyes have the base of the beta electric blue, there is a ring of cognac amber that looks like a nebulosa, back to the beta blue mixed with dark blue that bleeds into a swirling lavender and royal purple outer ring. Within the iris there are specks of white and gold. They are like tiny galaxies held in his eyes.

"Stiles," Derek whispers reverently, "they are breathtaking."

"I know they are blue," he shys away curling up against the headboard, head on his knees, and scent souring with grief, "it's one of the reasons I refused the bite before. The others being I did not want psycho-Peter as my sire or Alpha; and with the chance of rejection being there...I couldn't leave my dad alone."

He is refusing to look at any of them.

"Stiles, why would you assume your eyes would be blue?" Peter asks gently with no malice; but, Stiles hides further with a tail and ears emerging. The tail wraps his legs and his ears lay flat against his head. Sorrow, grief, and loathing overwhelm his scent to the point of making the 'wolves, especially Derek, whimper. They scent Noah's grief as well.

"Mieczysław, wiem dlaczego. Wiedziałem włedy. Nie byłem zły włedy inie jesłem zły teraz. Ale Derek musi Sie dowie dzieć." (I know why. I knew then. I wasn't mad then and I'm not mad now. But Derek needs to know.)

Stiles launches himself at Noah getting an "oof, easy. Shh, shh." They let Stiles cry for a little longer in Noah's arms.

Once he calms down he takes a deep breath, "After mom got diagnosed, it started with little things. Then she forgot who I was. Then she would," he whimpers putting a hand to his neck absently, making the 'wolves flash their eyes and Noah to tighten his grip. He takes a breath and keeps going, "she would call me a demon, claiming l was there to kill her. Dad could calm her down; but, then she forgot him too. Also, you tried your best with the monsters dad..but you didn't always get all of them. Mom didn't want to die at a hospital and I could see where things were heading...so, I took her sleeping meds and stirred the bottle into some tea on one of her good days. The doctors said she could have survived another few months.."he chokes off abruptly.

"Stiles. It's what she wanted. She told me at the start. I just...I just couldn't do it. You are not a murderer."

Stiles starts to sob again and this time all three crowd him in a tight group hug.

"Wait, you..you knew what the blue eyes meant?"

"Ya, it's the only reason, at the start, that had me so convinced you were the one killing people. Sorry about..well all of it. I was so insensitive back then. I let Scott convince me it was all you, even though I had started suspecting otherwise. God I was an ass," Stiles sniffles.

"Forgiven," Derek says at the same time Noah grouses, "Language."

"Can I know why?" Stiles asks softly. Derek sighs and nods.

"Before HER I had a girlfriend, Paige, I wanted to tell her; but Mom had said not yet. Then the peace conference went to hell in a handbasket, and a rival Alpha took and bit her thinking it would replace the beta he lost and force Mom into an alliance; so we could keep dating without causing a pack-to-pack conflict. Which, I now know was all Laura's doing. Mom ran him off, but Paige...she was rejecting the bite and begging me to end it. So..I did," Derek forces the last part out around the lump forming in his throat.

Stiles reaches up and gently rubs Derek's neck while pulling his grief. Derek's eyes go wide as he pulls Stiles hand away concerned and confused.

"Stiles?" Derek croaks.

"'Foxes can pull emotional pain instead of physical," he shrugs tearfully.

"Okay. But maybe some other time. You already have too much of your own grief right now to add to it. But, thank you. Now, come on. I want to show you your eyes, get you fed, and then the others are waiting to see how you are doing," Derek says while pulling Stiles up and towards the bathroom.

Peter pulls Noah in for a tight hug and supportive kiss before they return to the kitchen.

Once in the bathroom Derek rubs Stiles' fox ears with his forehead before stopping next to his temple. Their body similarities very noticable right now. Derek is only two inches taller, but their shoulders are almost the same width and their torsos are almost the same length. Stiles still fits him perfectly regardless. They are both sporting small "tents" as well.

Derek flashes his eyes in command to make Stiles' shine in response. He notes the changes to his own but shrugs it off as the effect of his mate.

Stiles gasps and stares before leaning forward to inspect them closer.

"Gorgeous," Derek ghosts right into Stiles' ear sending a shiver down both their spines and Stiles' breath to hitch. Then Stiles' stomach rumbles and he groans.

Derek chuckles, "Come on. Changing takes a lot out of you, on top of how much your fox is trying to heal right now," Derek kisses his temple gently and pulls back; but, he notices Stiles is going full beta shift. So, he gently pulls Stiles to the crook of his neck and sends out content, happy, and tranquil chemosignals. He keeps his heart and mind steady and calm. He feels Stiles relax and the shift fade, as his arousal also fades back to it's normal level of being around Derek.

Derek leads them down to the kitchen where Noah and Peter have set out both breakfast and lunch for the two of them. They eat with little decorum and way more than Stiles ever thought possible. Then they move to the living room where the other betas are waiting anxiously.

"Batman," Erica sobs as she tackles him to the ground. Stiles loudly yelps in pain as Derek pulls Erica off of him with a warning growl. He then turns to help check Stiles' ribs.

"Easy Catwoman. I don't heal as fast as you," Stiles whimpers.

"Sorry. I just...don't ever do that again! You scared me. Boyd and I were really worried about you. But," she stops for a moment and gets shy, "thank you for talking some sense into us. Things weren't good, but maybe now..now they'll be better. Boyd and I are ready to try our best to do our part."

"Good we will all have to work together to help. Right Isaac?"

Isaac slumps but nods, "I've been talking to these four and realized Scott lied, a lot, in an attempt to get me from Derek. I'll be staying here and trying too."

Stiles nods and smiles at Isaac, who then let's out a relieved breath and sits up once more. "Now, where is Roscoe? Still at the depot?"

They stare at him funny. Noah comes in and barks out a laugh at their expressions. "Yes the jeep is still at the depot. We will figure out a time to bring her home. Peter said he wasn't even sure how you even got her to run after crashing her, though now we do." Stiles whimpers and hides in Noah's neck. "We'll figure it out kiddo."

"Why are you so attached to that heap?" Erica questions not very tactfully.

Stiles moves in tighter to Noah, who wraps his arms around his son in comfort, "It was his mom's, she left it to him; but, we can barely afford to keep it running."

The rest of them groan and grimace collectively, "Of course it was your mom's. Fuck. Stiles I'm sorry. Sorry for ripping a part off and braining you with it too," Erica groans.

"Excuse me?" Noah and Derek growl, but Stiles waves them off.

"Forgiven Catwoman, though you could maybe help pay that bill...we are still paying it off; since, that visit involved many tests. They had to make sure it was JUST a concussion."

Erica whimpers and hugs herself before hugging Stiles and nodding.

"Lacrosse injury huh?" Noah grumbles angrily as Derek glares too. Stiles blushes and looks away while shrugging.

Derek sighs and wraps his arms around Stiles' waist, "You drove your Mom's jeep through a warehouse wall to save us?" Stiles only nods blushing harder. Derek groans so full of love, "And I thought I understood your devotion and loyalty before." His grip tightens and Stiles melts into the embrace. "Uncle Peter and I can pay for the repairs and restoration."

"Derek you don't," Stiles starts wobbly, but Derek cuts him off.

"Please Stiles, let us do this. Let me do this for my mate." Stiles nods as a tear rolls down his cheek, Derek wipes it.

Erica smiles and clears her throat, "So, this means you guys figured it out? That your pining won't kill us?" Her eyes glint impishly.

"What?!" Stiles shrieks, in a very masculine manner, 'shutup.'

"After the Pool, it got to the point that Derek was always tense and pissy until Stiles came around, though he did his best to not show Stiles. And I know Derek probably thinks that's Stiles' baseline wanting and arousal, but it's not. It had even started shifting from lust to affection," Isaac adds. Boyd and Erica nod along.

"The only other person he ever smelled like affection and curiousity around was Lydia. Though around her it was always more friend with teenage hormones than the deep love and connection it smelled like around Derek," Boyd offers very helpfully. All three ignoring the smells of mortification coming from the Alpha Pair.

Derek and Stiles are staring at them red-faced before turning to eachother, "Derek Am I?" Derek looks away blushing harder. "Oh my God! I am! Since when?"

Derek can sense his mate genuinly wants to know, with no evil intentions. So, he sighs.

"It started when you were willing to chop my arm off to save me despite your terror and not wanting to do it; and, then even after everything you still helped me by setting Feral Peter on fire. The surge in power and instincts took over for a bit, and I just ignored it until my new status settled in with my wolf. Which it never did until yesterday. But...what made it really click was when a scrawny kid I was positive hated me and everything I stood for, kept me from drowning for two hours in eight feet of water. When l was no more than an anchor. Then you and Scott came to me. I never trusted him, because there was never a bond. But, with you there was one, weak but there...and it had already started forming despite every effort I made to push you away. It was easy to keep ignoring what it meant because we were then knee deep in kanima and hunter bullshit. Like I said, this morning was the first time I really had a moment to digest everything that's happened."

Stiles gently places a hand on Derek's stubbled cheek, "I'm glad. Now I don't feel so bad about you being mine." They both smile. "But, with our luck and the hellmouth that Is Beacon Hills, we should have back-ups. Pradzidek said strong memories are the best option." Derek nods.

So, as a pack they all sit down and talk about each of their fondest memories. By the end, they all feel much more in control than before, even Peter. Though he suspects there may be some Guardian Spark influence on those memories to become more effective. He keeps that to himself though, because his pack is only getting stronger because of Stiles, and he is surprisingly okay with that.

Then Derek walks the teens through mates, what it means and when you know they could be your potential mate. How to build the mutual devotion to forge it and complete it.

Erica and Boyd grab eachother's hands and look deeply at the other with smiles. Erica turns back to Derek, "We are aren't we?"

Derek nods, "Since you gave up your attempts with me and focused on Boyd, your scents have started to merge. As they should."

"I stopped because your scent started smelling like Stiles...and now we know for sure why," Erica smirks and shrugs.

As he nods in understanding to Erica, the weres' all hear Jackson's porsche pull up and two doors close. Noah opens the front door before he knocks; and, internally enjoys the shocked expressions on their faces. He waves them in and leads them to the living room. They are shocked once more to see everyone there. They had only come for Stiles.

Derek stands, "Jackson, I..I'm sorry for my actions and inactions. I let my past traumas rule my decisions despite knowing it was wrong. I wish you didn't have to carry that trauma. I understand if you don't want to be my beta, and I will help you find a pack that will not judge you for your eyes or abilities."

Jackson stares at him then looks away, spotting the bruises and bandages on Stiles. He turns back to Derek trying to hide his guilt. "Thank you Derek. My parents are sending me to London. Do you know any packs there?" He then cringes as he smells Lydia's annoyance. She had come ready for a fight and explination.

"No, but Uncle Peter does. We will help," Derek states confidently.

Lydia scoffs, "You are going to trust the man that raped my mind and controled my body to poison you and resurrect himself!? And I still haven't been able to find what I am because I'm 100% positive I'm not human now because of you," she seethes.

Peter grimmaces and slumps under her venom, "Banshee. You were born a banshee. I didnt change you, all the bite did was awaken your abilities. However, I was mad with anger and revenge, and that was not who I really am. As for taking control...I knew something bad was coming involving Derek and Gerard, and as much as I hated Derek for leaving and then taking my power; I couldn't just let Gerard live. I brought myself back to protect my pac..well, my only remaining family. We have since worked it out. I am truly sorry for everything I put you through Lydia. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll start making calls to London."

"Can you believe that!?" Lydia turns to the pack only to see them all nodding, even Jackson.

She slaps him.

"What!? His heart didn't skip once!" He protests.

"He's right Lydia. He wasn't lying and knows the feral state made him into a monster. He is going to help now. Also, you being a banshee does explain how you were immune to the bite," Derek explains.

She huffs and stomps back out of the house. Jackson sighs, "Sorry. We'll be going. If you could text me the pack information when you get it. I have to go pack anyway."

"It's fine Jackson, it's been a lot for all of us. Thank you for hearing me out and seeking help after...despite everything."

Jackson nods and shakes his hand before leaving hurridly.

Erica waits for them to be out of hearing range then turns back, "so not a 'wolf Batman?"

"Erica that was a private conversation, they would have brought it up eventually," Peter admonishes as he walks back into the room. 

Peter hands Derek the names of two packs and their Alphas. He'll try more later. Derek sends those with a note saying more may be coming.

"Oh come on, I want to see Mom's shift," she whines getting a laugh from Peter, a blush from Derek and Stiles, a groan from Noah, and stares from Isaac and Boyd. "What?"

"You called him Mom," Boyd tells her amused, making her blush.

"As the Alphan Mate that is the role he will start taking. The fact that you felt that already is interesting," Peter drawls.

"Even before...once we stopped fighting, he was looking out for us. Then he endured torture trying to keep the attention off us, then electrocuted himself trying to free us...that kind of protectiveness usually only comes from devoted parents," Erica answers quietly with a shrug.

"Thanks Catwoman," Stiles whispers, then Beta shifts.

The three gasp at his eyes and Erica is in front of him in an instant holding his face and looking awestruck. "They really are incredible Stiles. Beautiful." She lets go of his face and hugs him as she whispers, "wouldn't be the same if they were gold. I'm sorry you ever had to do that, especially so young."

Stiles clings to her tightly fighting the tears. They hug for a minute before letting go and sniffling.

"Also, you have black and orange ears and a black tail. I thought foxes were orange?" Stiles simply shrugs as they all chuckle.

Stiles pulls his shift back as a certain hunter suv pulls into the driveway. Noah opens the door as they come onto the porch and lets them inside. Chris and Allison smell heavily of regret and determination. They stand in front of the pack fidgeting for a moment.

Allison takes a deep breath and starts, "There is no excuse for my behavior or any verbal apology enough to express how sorry I am for what I've done. Gerard twisted the narrative of what Kate did and I truly believed you to be monsters. Dad has since explained the truth. Scott also led us to believe Derek attacked and bit my mom on purpose, so helping Gerard seemed right. I'm sorry for hurting you guys and letting myself be coerced into participating in something I deep deep down didn't believe to be true. I've broken up with Scott...for certain this time; and my Dad and I have decided that the best way to express our regret and desire to change for the better, is to take the Bite and join the pack. Only if you guys are okay with that, of course. Otherwise, we will leave the US indefinitely to rejoin our branch in France."

Everyone is staring at the pair mouths slack in shock.

Erica snaps her jaw shut with a click and stands abruptly. She walks over to Allison and slaps her hard, "That was for hurting us." Then she grabs Allison and pulls her into a tight embrace, "this is for everything else." Allison accepts the whole interaction and hugs Erica back.

Erica then turns to the pack, "They seem genuine to me. So, I have no problem with Katniss being pack. How about you guys?"

They all shake their heads, so Erica turns back to Allison with a mischievous grin, "Though as even more payback you will be teaching me archery once a you've recovered from the bite." All the men shutter at the thought.

Allison lets out wobbly chuckle and wipes her eyes, "Ya, I can definitely do that." They hug again and Erica sits back down.

"That's actually a good idea Catwoman. Along with hand to hand and other combat training, weapons training would be helpful too. It's the last thing our enemies would expect from a pack of werewolves, right?" Stiles ponders outloud.

Derek mulls it over for a moment, "You're right. It's a good idea. And, actually, maybe even learning more about police protocols, so we can get ahead of some of the more human threats that way. Like more rogue hunters. Noah, Chris, Allison, Uncle Peter, would you all be up for that training?"

They all nod an affirmative. Peter adding, "I can easily add it to the pack dynamics and creature lessons."

"Alright good. Good. You guys can go up to the guestroom for the bite and transition."

Before anyone moves all the 'wolves growl with glowing eyes.

"Scott," Derek spits around fangs. Stiles pushes him to his Dad's office as Noah escorts the others. Then Stiles casts a silencing and camouflaging spell on the room so Scott can't hear or smell them. He takes several calming breaths before Scott lets himself inside.

"Hey dude. What's with all the cars outside? I thought I saw the Argent suv and Derek's camero, but I must be mistaken. Anyway, where'd you go last night? After Allison saw I wasn't working with Derek she took me back. Though, she did message me this morning saying we were done; but, I think she did that so Chris would leave us alone. My plan to not kill Allison's granddad worked too; he'll be too sick to be a problem, but still alive. I hope Derek gets the message to leave now. He doesn't belong here. This is my town, and it will all go back to normal once he leaves. Isaac came with me and said Erica and Boyd were convinced and left him too. Hmm. Actually, maybe I'll tell Chris he is Omega now; have Chris take care of him instead."

Scott is so wrapped up in himself he doesn't notice Stiles' tightly clenched jaw or his claws making his palms drip blood.

Scoot barrels on, "Anyway, I just came over to tell you Allison came back, and I guess you were fine after some rest. Oh, did you know Deaton has a sister? Her and another woman came by this morning to talk to him again. His sister is going to be the new school counselor and the other is one of our new teachers. Well, anyway, I got to go. I'll see you around." Then Scott is back out the door before Stiles even gets a word in; which, is probably good with how mad he is right now.

The pack had steadily got more furious and shakey the longer Scott talked. Erica had been repeating everything for the humans so they understood the fury. They all understood when Derek beta shifted and roared after the town comment. The pack then scurry to hold him back, doubling their efforts after he threatened Derek with Chris. The only thing that truly kept him in the room was Noah telling him that Stiles probably already had a plan and if he wasn't doing anything than neither should they. Though Noah knows it's more likely Stiles is just stunned silent, but he isn't about to tell Derek that.

Once Scott was out of earshot Derek burst out of the office and rushed to calm his mate (and himself). Allison, Chris, and Noah were equally horrified.

"He...he did all that just so I'd go back out with him? He'd help torture and harm his frie...Dad how do I...what do I..." Allison stammers out.

"Block his number and ignore him at school," Chris growls.

Noah locks up the entire house and then helps Peter continue to calm down the teens. When they get Derek, Stiles, and Allison settled they head upstairs. Chris and Allison get situated on the bed with their shirts raised enough to expose their hips.

Derek bites Chris and Allison and they fall asleep quickly. Everyone but Peter and Noah pile onto the bed in a pack pile. Derek drains more of Stiles' pain.

Derek sighs, "You may not be human anymore, but I'm still not a fan of how slow you heal." Stiles yawns as he pats Derek's cheek and smiles before giving in to his own recovery nap. Derek pulls Stiles in as tight as he dares while still being mindful of the injuries.

Noah and Peter get started on a massive dinner for the whole pack.

While Stiles rests, the Nemeton gathers enough power to reach out to it's now active Guardian Spark. It shows him Deaton's true nature and age, as well as Jennifer Blake's glamour and true self. It is as much a warning as a plea for help as Deaton has nearly drained all its power and plans to share the rest with Blake. Though Blake plans to take the rest for herself to kill the Alphas and become All Powerful.

He gasps awake, flailing and screaming. Derek shoots up and wraps him tight, shushing him. His panic wakes the others.

They all scent him as they feel two new pack bonds snap into place; which thankfully pulls him out of his sleepy hazed panic spiral.

"I...I need to ward all of us. And Dad...Dad needs to be a were' or he'll die. I...I can't," Stiles starts sobbing. His will and desire to keep his pack and his Dad safe transform Noah's very nature.

Derek pulls him into his lap and gestures for the others to leave the room. So, the three betas slowly head to help set the table for dinner. Derek drains a little more pain while rocking them gently.

Stiles calms down and explains, "Deaton is a Darach and is killing the Nemeton. He is also working with the Alpha Pack. He needs to be dealt with first. Once we help the Nemeton, it will help us."

"I love you Stiles. We will figure this out as a pack, okay?" Derek whispers.

But, before Stiles can respond they hear Peter shout for them. They race downstairs and find Noah unconscious on the floor with Peter holding him in his lap, looking slightly paniced. The betas all looked just as confused and concerned.

"What happened?" Derek asks.

"I don't know. We were done making dinner and heard Stiles start to panic. We started running upstairs and he groaned, gasped, and fell," Peter explains alarmed, "and won't wake." The strain is very evident in Peter's voice.

Stiles eyes widen and he turns to Derek, "Do you think..." Derek looks to Noah then searches the bonds and Noah's scent.

His breath hitches and turns back to Stiles with a nod. Stiles scents the air to confirm. Peter, out of curiosity, does the same and he jerks his head to Stiles.

"I...I.." Stiles stammers going back into a panic. Noah gasps awake as feline claws, thick fangs, round fuzzy ears, long tail emerge and eyes blaze amber/hazel (like the stone).

"Dad? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do it yet. I just wanted to help. I...The Nemeton showed you dying and I," Stiles chokes off. Noah leaps at Stiles, surprising both of them with the ease and speed (and lack of joint pain), and envelopes Stiles.

"Hey. Hey. It's okay. You were trying to save me. I...Stiles you made it as if I was born a werecougar. I'm not thrown by my new senses and instincts, even though I know they are. It all feels so right, so natural. I can feel my cougar is well controlled, and it feels familiar. You did good son," Noah explains and reassures Stiles.

Stiles burrows into his dad's embrace and nods. "To my magic it feels like the magic you had was actually your cougar all along, it was just waiting to be released. I think you WERE always a 'cougar."

Noah nods, "Makes perfect sense...in the context of our lives."

Stiles wetly chuckles before freezing. "Wait, if that worked then..." he lifts his shirt and finds his chest, biceps, shoulders, and upper back covered in runic tattoos for quick access spells, wards, and the triskelion over his heart tying him to the pack and Derek.

So, everyone else lifts there shirts and finds wards covering their left hips and tristelions over their hearts too. They all wrap Stiles in a pack hug, as much to calm him as it is to reassure him.

"You are amazing. I...I love you Stiles," Derek whispers thickly and adoringly.

Stiles' breath hitches, "I love you too Derek," Stiles whispers back trying to hold back tears.

Derek puts their heads together, "Anything and everything for you, my life, my mate. So, what are the wards for?"

"To protect us all from the usual fatal poisons, they will still make you sick, but not dead. Some are to help us conceal our animal sides; like our heartbeat, scents, and control our eye flashes and stuff. One is to conceal the runes and wards from non-pack members. Then one is to protect us from all types and forms of magic and curses; even mine if someone has kidnapped or possessed me and is using it to harm us. Hmm, I'll add one to prevent possession, other demon-like activities, and any kind of mind tampering. I'm sure I'll add more as I learn and research." Though as Stiles thought of the other wards to add they are immediately added to everyone.

"My mate is extraordinary, and I can't be more proud and honored."

Stiles blushes and wishes there was a way he could just send Derek his feelings right from his heart and soul. And maybe a way to talk through there minds so they are always able to communicate. 

'Wait. I can make it happen.'

So, Stiles wills it. He wills for him and Derek (and all the mates) to be capable of sending eachother's location and physical, mental, and emotional states to eachother (even energy and magic); and for the whole pack to be able to communicate through a mind-link.

Then he tries them out by sending all is appreciation and love to Derek with the message, "my beloved." 

Derek pulls back with a gasp in time to see the swirling magic fade from Stiles' eyes. "Stiles?" he asks astounded.

"I connected our minds. All of us can now talk like this from wherever and whenever. But, only mates can send their energy, location, and physical feelings to eachother. Mates can also send more detailed and in-depth insight on their emotional and mental feelings based on what the bonds are broadcasting," Stiles responds to the whole pack, making everyone jump back wide eyed. He holds up his hand to silent the questions, "You just think it to who you want and they should hear it. This will help us with rescues; but, also help us keep our plans secret from everyone else. No prying 'wolf ears can intrude."

The whole pack hugs him again before Noah shoos the betas to set the table while he sees if dinner needs to be reheated.

Derek is sitting with Stiles in his lap and their foreheads together once more. "Stiles you are fucking astonishing. You would test the patience of a saint. Gods, I want you so bad right now."

"Shh Sourwolf. I didn't mean to push you. I...I know what Kate did to you which is why you are so distressed about my perceived age. But, I started a year late because of my ADHD. Then I was held back because I missed a lot of school once mom started..." he pauses but manages to catch his hand this time, "once things got bad. Then she passed away and I was acting out. As well as, finally geting my diagnosis and Adderall set. Essentially, I was held back two grades. Those few months being back I got super close to Scott and decided to just stay for him. Now that he isn't my friend anymore, maybe I'll test back up and graduate this year."

Derek has his brow raised sceptically. He heard no lie..but still. 'That would mean we are only 3.5 years apart?'

"He's not lying Derek. In fact," Noah grimmaces, "yesterday was his birthday. As of 11:30 last night, he officially became an adult."

"WHAT!?" They all shout back at the Stilinski men.

"Ya, it was an okay day, then a great night, then the worst ever. But then it got better again," Stiles shrugs.

The 'wolves all growl at the fact that Stiles had been tortured and nearly died on his birthday.

Derek huffs and then pulls him in for a filthy kiss; but, pulls back before it gains too much heat, "Happy Birthday Mieczysław. And I think that's a great idea. I know you are smart enough to probably just test right out of school if you wanted to."

"Damn right", Stiles starts with a huffed "Language" from Noah interrupting him. He just rolls his eyes and continues. "I COULD. But, I'd rather stay with our puppies at the school; at least, for the rest of this school year."

"NOT PUPPIES!" The betas protest and poke out their tongues making Peter, Noah, and Stiles laugh.

"Ya, that totally didn't just prove my point," Stiles chuckles.

Derek rolls his eyes at the shenanigans and helps Stiles up off the floor, "What do you want to do tonight to celebrate?" he sees the look start in Stiles' eyes, "with the pack," he clarifies.

Stiles pouts but then gets an evil look in his eyes. Noah lets out a groan, "O kurwa. Znam to spojrzenie," (Oh fuck. I know that look) he grumbles.

Stiles cackles, "Movie night. I pick. I'll tell you later." Everyone turns to Noah who sighs deeply, like it came from the very bottom of his soul.

"Yes, what movies I know. No you I will not tell. Hermm," Noah murmurs making Stiles laugh and high five him before Erica seems to get it and high fives Noah with a conspiratorial smile as well.

The others grumble but they all sit to eat quietly. As they finish Derek and Peter go up to check on the new 'wolves because they hear stirring. The others cleanup and get the living room ready for the pack pile movie marathon, moving blankets and pillows and gathering snacks.

Peters walks in first and sees Chris' eyes shoot to him, glowing a rich chestnut brown (like a brown garnet), beta shift slowly taking over. His features shifting to a brown bear. Peter stops them and holds up his hands.

"Easy Christopher. Take a whiff. We are pack. We aren't going to harm you or your cub. I'm one of your mates."

Chris' eyes shine bright as he takes a sniff and his shift fades some, "Peter?" he asks confused as his new senses register to his consciousness.

"Yes, Love. And Derek. How are you feeling?"

"Buzzy. And confused. But the fog is clearing some more."

"You will feel a little off kilter as you adjust to the new senses, instincts, and abilities. You just shifted meaning the bear took control some. That fog of the animal taking control will fade and get easier to handle as you get used to it... and accept your bear. I should have known, a 'bear suits you better than a 'wolf. Docile and peaceful unless provoked or threatened," Peter tells him while an adoring smile splits his face. Chris blushes at the attention.

"We'll talk about anchors once Allison is awake too. Can we check on your bite marks? Also, when you are ready there is dinner ready to be reheated, and a pack pile movie marathon we are doing for Stiles. Since yesterday was his birthday," Derek calmly states stepping around Peter, hands up too.

Chris blinks and the glow finally fades and he nods. Allison stirs and gasps awake as Derek checks the bite.

"Easy Allison. Pull it back. Control your wolf. You are okay," Derek soothes her with his Alpha eyes glowing in reassurance. She locks in on his eyes and then takes a few deep breaths and pulls it back. "Excellent. You both are taking to this super well and quickly. I'll still explain anchors now. Then I want you two to come down, eat and join our pile. Alright?"

They both nod and listen to him talk anchors. Chris says he will explain mates to Allison with no objection from Derek. They lead them down and find that Stiles and Noah have set the food out so it's ready to eat, and are getting snacks ready for the movies.

"I may or may not have willed the whole pack to have excellent control for safety reasons right now...and to ease my stress and anxiety about what I saw. It is also one of the wards we all have now," Stiles shyly explains into Derek's mind.

"That's fine Sti. I don't think they will mind. You did good," Derek nullified Stiles' concerns adding a kiss to his temple and a side hug. "Why don't you go get the movie qued and ready. We'll join in a moment."

Stiles nods and moves to leave but Chris clears his throat, "I'm sorry Stiles...just..." Chris groans and hugs him tightly; causing Stiles to yelp. Chris pulls back sharply.

"I don't heal as fast as the rest of you will. So, I'm still repairing the bones and bruises. All of what healed last night was the near fatal internal injuries," Stiles whimpers as Derek steps up to drain his pain.

Chris and Allison let out high whines. "I didn't know you were that bad Stiles. I'm so sorry," Chris whispers ashamed.

"Well, I wasn't about to trust you with the full extent just because you were helping us escape. So, it's not really your fault."

"Still, as a hunter and adult, with experience with many kinds of injuries...I should have known torture by the look of it. I just didn't think Gerard would have gone that far on a human."

"At first he thought I was a 'wolf...said no one seemingly that important to an Alpha would be human...then he didn't care. You saw the...branding..even...even called me a 'wolf whore. Which was fun."

"Putain de merde (fucking hell), I'm glad he's dead," Chris growls squeezing tight absently. Stiles whimpers and taps out, "Sorry," Chris grimaces again and lets go.

"It's alright. Now, my subjects come. Movies to watch we have." The rest of the pack groan collectively finally putting the pieces together "Moowahaha," Stiles cackles victoriously.

They make it through two and a half Star Wars movies before the whole pack is asleep.

Mon. April 10th

As dawn brakes the next morning Derek and Peter wake up Chris and Allison to explain the wards and runes, the Alpha Pack, the mind link and emotional sharing, the pack bonds, crash course in control, and help them find their anchors. Noah wakes an hour later with a languid stretch, really showing his new feline inclinations. Stiles wakes a few minutes later to help his Dad make everyone breakfast.

The smell is only VERY distracting for the new weres'; but, they make it through their lessons. The smell wakes up the rest of the betas, bringing everyone in to eat before they start their days.

Noah ends up having to take his to-go in order to make it in on time for his shift at the station; and, leaves with instructions for the whole pack to keep their phones on, to call with any issues, and to stick together in twos or threes (yes, even you Derek, Peter, and Chris).

Derek lifts a brow at Noah's commands, making the man blush. "Sorry Derek, my dad side came out."

Derek waves him off, "I agree with everything you just said, so I'll let it slide for now."

"Yes Alpha," Noah sighs before running out the door. 

Noah's first order of business is to greet and interview the one new recruit so far. He can smell flame and smoke on him and tries to work in some questions to guage what he could be; but, the guy seems to have no idea. He texts Peter, and Peter says they will stop in later.

The pack leaves in a caravan: Derek, Peter, Erica Boyd, and Isaac squished in the camero leading, Stiles in Noah's pick-up truck in the middle, and Chris and Allison in their suv in the rear. Derek tells them to try and act normal, not to give any of the Alpha Pack or Scott any information they don't already have.

Chris goes home, closing all the doors and windows to activate the mountain ash circle while he packs and cleans the house to sell. He'll have someone let him out later. Right now he wants to feel secure against the Alpha 'wolves since their magic users will be busy at the school.

Derek and Peter had bought the old apartment project in the industrial district and said it's for the pack for now: a group project with enough apartments for everyone to get their own; Chris and Allison already happy to take one.

Allison beelines to Lydia and explains the breakup just before Scott gets within hearing range.

Scott approaches her quickly and tries to kiss her, "Hey Allison. How was your weekend? I tried coming over, but you weren't home."

Allison sighs leaning away from Scott and pulls her hand out of his grip, "I'm sorry Scott. Dad explained some very disturbing things to me the other night, and I was serious about the breakup. Please, just, give me some space." She and Lydia then turn and head to their first period. "I'm going to be sticking pretty close to you for the rest of the year," Allison whispers. Lydia nods in response.

Scott furrows his brows in shocked confusion. Gerard and Deaton had both promised that by showing Allison he wasn't actually with Derek, that she would love him again. He turns and storms off to find Stiles so he can vent about it.

Stiles had noticed Danny hanging around him, albeit trying to be stealthy about it. He closes his locker and turns around, "Hey Danny, what's up? Why does it look like you are being forced to be around me?"

Danny rolls his eyes and walks over. "Jackson asked me to keep an eye on you and Lydia while he is in London. Don't fucking ask me why though."

Stiles huffs before shrugging. He has a guess, but doesn't even want to verbalize it; because, with Jackson one can never be certain. He turns to walk away when Scott practically shoves him back into the lockers, not even noticing Danny, the wince Stiles makes as he feels the pain in his ribs, or any of the bandages.

"Dude, you'd think Chris would just drop this stupid rule and grudge already. Allison said we are still not dating. Said Chris explained something disturbing to her. Can you believe that? I mean seriously, I love her. What more does he want?"

Stiles lets out a long suffering sigh and pushes himself off the lockers roughly. He notes Danny's concerned look as Danny sees his pained microexpressions and the way he is moving; making Scott's lack of notice hurt all the more. He looks directly into Scott's eyes, "Hi Scott, how are you? I'm fine, thanks for asking. You know, after crashing my jeep and all. Which I know you saw that I was hurt and covered in blood; but, it didn't concern you getting Allison back, so you didn't care. Again. I'm over your new attitude. We were brothers, but no more. Do I want you anywhere near me?"

Stiles pauses to catch his breath and reign in his fox. The other students turning to pay attention to the epic breakup of the ScottandStiles duo. Erica, Boyd, and Isaac come running to help block any slipups.

Stiles drops his voice low and deep into a angry whisper shout, "No, I fucking don't. You have made it abundantly clear you only care about Allison; leaving my safety to our enemies over and over again. I'm done. Also, I can't fucking look at you after you and Gerard raped Derek. No one deserves that treatment. Poor guy probably thinks he is only good for being betrayed and violated. So, just leave me alone Scott. We are no longer anything to eachother."

Stiles turns but Scott growls, eyes glowing, and grabs Stiles' bicep with enough force to bruise it immediately and claws digging into flesh and muscle. He yanks Stiles back around tweaking Stiles' ribs.

"Don't! Stay put," Stiles commands through the link with a grimmace. The three with him snarl at him but obey, and Allison's bond grows more concerned.

"What the fuck Stiles!" Stiles closes his eyes and has to use his magic to muffle the noise to the others around them knowing Scott will not care about exposing them. "You hate Derek, so what's your problem?! Dr. Deaton and I came up with that plan to double cross both of them and keep my mom safe. Gerard was threatening to kill her if I didn't help. Our plan worked, so what's the problem?!"

Stiles is wiggling his arm, trying to free it from Scott's vice grip; but, it only accomplishes digging Scott's claws in deeper. He focuses back on Scott's half beta shifted and enraged face. "The problem, Scott, is that you raped Derek. Even if I did hate him, which I don't, no one and I mean NO ONE deserves that jackass. And it wasn't OUR plan, as you just pointed out, it was yours. You left me out if it. Why? Because you don't give a flying fuck about me anymore. So, just," he finally succeeds in ripping his arm free, emphasis on ripping. He grabs his arm and clenches his teeth as he finishes his berating, "leave me the fuck alone." The last bit comes out as a growl. Thankfully, sounding human as his control ward is literally burning his flesh with how much power it is using to keep him from revealing any part of his 'fox nature.

Scott crouches and growls, ready to attack, but the three betas are faster. They crowd him against the lockers and subdue him enough for the shift to fade. Stiles does not miss this opportunity to drag Danny away, very aware that his muffling spell did not work on him. Either because of how close he was, or how suspicious he already is of what has been going on. It doesn't matter.

Danny surprises Stiles and takes the lead and drags Stiles into the bathroom, makes sure it's empty, and then locks the door. He takes a breath and then turns back to Stiles.

"So...I'm going to need serious in-depth explanation of what's been going on; because, between Jackson's video and just now...I know something is going on."

Stiles sighs, theory confirmed, "Ya, I figured you had some idea. Come by my house after school and we will explain. Right now, though, I need your help to clean and wrap this. And, maybe rewrap my torso. Please." He can feel his chest bandages getting wetter by the second.

"I guess I can help with that," Danny gulps and winces a little at the sight of the blood.

Stiles pulls out a small trauma kit from his bag, being a clutz was at least good for something. Though he hates having to be ready for injuries period.

Danny shakes his head but pulls Stiles into place over the sink and starts cleaning it thoroughly. Stiles texts the pack with the details of what just happened and how Scott is already beginning to smell rotten, already going feral.

The betas add that they got him subdued and warned him about shifting in public, and that he just stormed off in a huff. They also said he didn't seem to notice he had hurt Stiles.

The adults send warnings to steer clear of him.

Stiles feels the white hot protective anger from his mate and father the most; but, all the pack bonds are vibrating with it. So, he reprimands them, "Guys, Danny is taking care of me and I will have the betas stealthily drain my pain later. We will leave him for now. I mean it. We will not hurt him or volunteer anything. Not even emotions. Our enemies will not gain anything from us. Understood?"

The pack all answer in affirmative, with varying degrees of annoyance and concern; but, they all agree.

"Alright, your arm is done. I had to use some of the butterfly bandages to close the gashes. You may need stitches. Now, lift your shirt so I can get to your torso, please," Danny instructs as he washes his hands, "actually, I think that shirt is a lost cause anyway, between the tears and blood."

Stiles grumbles as he pulls off his shirt and then hears Danny's sharp intake of breath and his heartrate spike. He looks down and sees the fresh blood on the torn ripped bandages. 'Damn. Not just my arm then, he got me worse than I thought.'

The bell rings and both boys ignore it. Stiles huffing as he peels the bandage off his torso. 

"Stiles. What. The. ACTUAL. FUCK!!??" Danny exclaims horrified. His eyes are staring at the new injuries, but mostly the still very angry branding and bruising.

Stiles looks away bashfully and clears his throat, "I was kidnapped from the field when the lights were out. I was tortured for several hours, crashed my jeep through a wall, and then nearly died. All of which Scott ignored in favor of Allison. Not fucking caring about me. Trust me, it was 10 times worse on Saturday night. We will explain it all later, just help me rewrap it please," he is self conscious and starts shrinking in on himself trying to hide his chest. He tries really hard to keep the tears inside as he reminds himself to research how to hide the branding, and the scar he knows will be left.

Danny notices and squeezes Stiles shoulder in comfort. "Is that why your hands are wrapped and you are wearing concealer on your neck and face?" Stiles only nods. Danny cringes, "Maybe that's why Jackson asked me to keep an eye on you?" Stiles only shrugs, still not looking at Danny. "Ya, I guess that is a question for Jackson, though I'll doubt he'll ever answer," he pauses and takes a breath, "Jesus. I'm sorry Stiles. No wonder you blew up on Scott, the guy is finally showing you his true colors. You know, while you were away from school he told everyone that you told him you didn't want to be our friends anymore. We didn't want to believe him, but then you ignored us after coming back, so," Danny shrugs.

Stiles snarls, "The fucker told me you guys had spread rumors about me and that he had tried to stop it."

Danny snorts, "Ya, we got played. Jokes on him though, because he now lost you and we seem to be getting you back. There, all done. The rest of us will take notes for you while your hands are wrapped, don't worry about that."

"Thanks Danny. I really appreciate it," Stiles states while pulling on his spare shirts, wincing as he slowly gets it on.

"No problem Stiles. Do we need to go to the nurse for some pain meds?" Danny asks while burying the bloody evidence at the bottom of the trash can and washing his hands again.

"No. I have something stronger lined up. But, I did want to head to the front office first. Care to join?"

"Ya, there is no way in hell you are going anywhere by yourself while Scott is pissed."

Stiles nods and they walk together to the front office.

"You two should be in class," Mrs. Greer states as the door swings shut.

"Hi Mrs. Greer. I came by to talk to you about the possibility of testing back up to my age grade," Stiles murmurs. Mrs. Greer looks up and notices all the bandages on Stiles and wonders what exactly he got into this time.

"Sorry Stiles. It's too late in the school year to change now or test out. However, I can give you the guide and date for the summer testing, so you can at least graduate next year."

"Can we get a couple copies of that? I think a few other people, including myself, may be interested too," Danny chimes in.

Mrs. Greer nods and gives them four copies and excuse notes for their tardiness, and notes for the teachers giving Stiles' permission to leave as needed. Also, a note to indicate other students will have to take his notes.

"Thank you Mrs. Greer," they echo.

The rest of the day drags on as Danny and the pack keep Scott away from Stiles and Allison. Scott gives them death glares accompanied by a near constant sub-vocal growl.

Scott storms out of the cafeteria when Stiles sits with Danny, Lydia, and Allison. They ignore him. Stiles and Allison share their free period with Lydia and invite themselves to sit at her table.

Lydia huffs, "Can help you Stiles?"

"Yes, actually," Stiles snarks back before jumping into an in-depth factual rundown of everything that has happened since Paige, including s9me of what they have found on banshees. "Peter is really sorry and wants to sit down to explain everything better. Where he was coming from. He has no expectations of ever being forgiven, and knows you'll want someone else there. He knows that being feral made him a monster; but, he wants to make amends. Do better. Help. He can help teach you about your history and abilities."

Lydia purses her lips, crosses her arms, and narrows her eyes at the pair. Allison sighs, "Please Lydia, just hear him out. I mean you heard the awful things I did, and yet I don't see you treating me the same way. Go to Stiles' house for dinner. Stiles, Derek, Isaac, and Sheirff Stilinski will be there too."

Lydia stands, gathers her things, flings her hair over her shoulder, and huffs out a "fine" as she storms off.

The two sigh but text the pack about Danny and Lydia coming over for dinner. The rest of the day goes by the same as earlier, playing dodge-Scott.

As Derek and Peter head out to grab lunch they call the garage and arrange for the jeep to be picked up for the repairs to begin. They spent the morning sanitizing the scene so it didn't look SO much like the crime scene it was.

Peter and Derek arrive with lunch, as promised, to help Noah with the new recruit. They eat and then laugh when Noah purs at the affection from his mate.

Once they are done eating they pull up Jordan Parrish's history and background check. "He is a medically retired ARMY EOD Tech. During his second tour in Afghanistan he went in alone during a high stress situation and the IED he was diffusing exploded. Honestly, he should probably be dead based on these images," Noah explains.

Peter humms and leafs through the bestiary until he finds the entry that popped into his head, "For all intents and purposes, he did die. A hellhound possession occurs when the hellhound spirit is in need of a host and finds a worthy soul that is dying from some form of fire. As it will use the flames as their conduit into the host's soul. Then the host goes about their lives as normal, unaware. The hellhound will repress the host's spirit while it carries out missions. They are two seperate beings sharing one body. Though there is the possibility of them merging to become one. Sharing their minds and body...and powers."

Noah nods and calls Parrish back into his office. "What did you need shei..." he fades off when he notices the other two in the room, "Sheriff?"

Peter gives no preamble and just dives right in, "Show yourself and state your business."

They watch as Parrish's eyes glow orange, his demeanor changes, and his skin takes on a gray singed look with almost tectonic lines glowing on his chest and shoulders (which they can see through his shirt). Then starts to laugh deep and menacingly.

"My name is Cerberus. Hellhound sent to Beacon Hills to cleanup the messes that threaten to expose the supernatural world. Last resort before the wild hunt. Things have been getting out of hand here. The local pack failing in their duties."

Derek and Noah stop Peter's scoff before it can happen. "Are you aware that the local pack was all but wiped out six years ago by hunters. The territory has been unmonitored for six years until my Alpha command dissolved and I was capable of returning?" Derek calmly asks.

Cerberus looks between the three before responding, "I was not aware of these circumstances. So, you are still coming into your new Alpha spark and rebuilding your pack?"

"Yes. It has been nonstop since I returned. Finding and killing feral Peter. My first beta demanding the bite but actually turning into the kanima; which, we were dealing with along with the Argent's returning to kill..well all of us. We have fixed the kanima and handled the Agents. Now, we have Deucalion and his Alphas here to kill us," Derek explains.

"Well it looks like Peter got better," Cerberus snarks.

"A little mishap with biting a banshee in my feral state and having to resurrect myself to sever that bond."

"Ah, yes that will do it. Well, you only handled the elder male Argent. The woman is in Mexico right now. That was part of the mess to clean up. A werejaguar now if my information is correct."

"Fuck!" Derek stutters, he thought he was free of his abuser. Without his knowing he starts to panic. Noah jumps into action and grabs the back of Derek's neck with medium pressure and reassures him he is safe and that Stiles and the pack will never let her near him again. Noah has more than enough experience from having to help Stiles through his panic attacks after Claudia's diagnosis. 

Stiles feels his panic in the bonds and helps by sending love and safety back to Derek.

Peter curses himself, knowing it was his claw that caused this mess; and, as the left hand, not having had the chance to finish cleaning up his mess irks him beyond belief. However, adding his feelings to the bonds won't help Drrek at all, and well, death really was for the best for all of them. So, he takes a deep breath and explains the panic to a confused Cerberus; who, then, looks as murderous as Peter feels.

"You know, you and Parrish would be a great help to our pack and the station..if you were to merge. I know most don't because of the reduction in your capabilities," he pauses as Cerberus nods and interrupts.

"Worthiness often does not trump the need for my full power levels."

"Right. Well, we have a Guardian Spark in our pack and I'm sure he and the Nemeton would be happy to share the power with you. As long as it's to keep the Nemeton, the pack, and the town safe from whatever else comes our way."

Derek is finally calm again and thanks Noah before starting to apologize to the group.

"Don't Derek, it's fine. We all know the torture she put you through. Speaking of, I did find a therapist for the pack and think we should all start...well, tomorrow if we can," Peter quietly remarks while giving Derek a hug and scenting him.

Derek nods his agreement before turning back to Cerberus and raises his eyebrow in question. Cerberus raises his back.

So, Noah adds, "Peter is right on both fronts. After that bastard took out half my deputies we have been swamped and the supernatural cases have been increasing. Right now there are only three of us available for those. Myself: human read-in but now a freshly awakened werecougar, Deputy Tara Graeme: human read-in after an incident several years ago now, and Deputy Emeric Stone: a faun."

"Very well. Tonight I will have a very long serious discussion with Jordan about everything supernatural, how I came to be with him, my purpose, and what is going on here. Then what our purpose together would become. We shall see if we can come to an agreement and merge. Is that all for now?"

"Yes. We look forward to hearing from you soon," Derek states with a respectful bows as Jordan's shift fades.

Jordan blinks a few times bewildered and slightly disoriented, "Did you say what you needed yet sir? I think I missed it. I must have zoned out. I'm sorry."

"It's alright Deputy. I was just checking in to see how you were settling in and if you had any questions about the paperwork. I know it's a mess right now."

"Oh, uh, no sir. I saw the news report and read the articles. I knew it was going to be messy; but also knew I could help rebuild the force here. I have also already donated to the families, the station, and the fallen deputies chosen charities."

"Very well. Good man. I'll check back in tomorrow."

Parrish nods and leaves the office with an awkward wave to Peter and Derek.

"Well, koriątko (kitten), that was quite the find," Peter drawls, then laughs as Noah glares at him and swats his ass.

Derek rolls his eyes and clears his throat, "While we were in New York, Laura refused to let me go to college; but, I had convinced her to let me go to Police academy. I was on the force for a week before she left to come back. I...I could put in my paperwork, and I'm sure the station there will send my credentials if you explain that I left for an emergency and now have to stay."

Noah smiles and nods as Derek hands him his old station's phone number. Noah takes it and hands over the application.

"Alright, come on Peter. We have to go pick Stiles up so we can go handle Deaton...and then go let Chris out."

Peter nods and gives Noah a kiss goodbye. Before they can open the door Noah adds, "Oh and boys, I can still feel your anger at McCall. Remember what Stiles said, he is the strategist for a reason and needs the validation that he is useful by someone actually listening to him. Since we all know McCall hasn't been. So, stay away from McCall. Though...we may want to read his Mom in and inform her of what is going on. She is a good woman and doesn't deserve to be blindsided, left alone, and heartbroken. Again. I can head over to the hospital with Stone after my shift."

"That's a good idea Noah. Just...be gentle with how you explain it. It will be alot and I know Stiles has been telling me how Scott has even been an asshole towards his mom too. Saying he was starting to act like his sperm donor," Derek explains softly.

"Ah hell," Noah cringes, "fucking Prick. I'll do my best."

Peter snatches one more quick kiss and the two Hales leave to go gather their Spark to handle putting down their ex-emissary. Peter never trusted the doctor, he could just never prove why to anyone else. The fucker was careful.

Derek drives them to the school and parks. He then gets out and moves to the truck and leans against it to wait. He crosses his arms and puts on his best "murder, pissed brows" and waits for Stiles "and Scott." The bell rings and students start to pour out of the door. Stiles puts on a good show of being annoyed and scared.

"Where's your counterpart," Derek growls.

"How should I know? He doesn't share stuff with me anymore. I know, shocking. We are in fact two seperate people. What do you want Derek?" Stiles scoffs back, sarcasm on full display.

The pair see Scott's scowl and hear his renewed sub-vocal growl as he gets on his bike and rides towards Deaton's.

"I need research help," Derek growls out and waits for Scott to be out of range. "You have no idea how hard that was for me to not kill him. Were you guys able to drain any of Stiles' pain?" 

The betas all keep walking and answer, "Only tiny bits here and there."

Derek grumbles, "Alright all of you get in Boyd's car, head to the Stilinski house, and start your homework. Allison, you go with Lydia to make sure she actually comes by later. Please."

"Derek, you can't just pop up whenever you want something from me. It's rude," Stiles continues to ramble to continue the performance for the other students who have stopped to watch. The betas respond with "yes, alpha," and act uninterested in what everyone else is staring at.

Derek growls at Stiles and grabs his uninjured arm and leads him to the camero's passenger seat. Peter sees them coming and climbs into the back. Stiles makes a show of huffing and rolling his eyes in an exaggerated manner towards a pair of students close by. Even snarking, "we really have to work on your manners and how to properly ask for help," for good measure.

It does the trick in making the whispering stop as the audience shrug and walk away.

As they head to Peter's storage unit Derek holds Stiles' hand to pull enough pain for him to fully function, but not enough to leave him high or to pass out. They swap the camero for Peter's more discreet and quiet 1990 Buick Estate station wagon and head to the clinic. They pull into the back lot by the dumpster. Stiles surrounds them in a barrier to block their presence from Scott and Deaton's wards, and amplify what is happening inside.

Stiles pulls out his phone and starts recording what is being said.

"This whole plan was to get Allison back and drive Derek away! But now Derek has stolen her and Stiles! Allison said Chris explained something to her and she doesn't want anything to do with me. Probably something to do with this curse l could be free from if I had killed Peter! And Stiles is avoiding me too! Like he is siding with Derek!"

"Chris could be manipulating Allison just as Gerard had done. No worries though, my other plan is still in place. That step of the plan was to ensure Derek goes omega, weakening the tether to the Alpha Spark. We will remove it from him and give it to you. You should be the Alpha here. Now, Derek may have a bond with Peter, but it is weak and fragile at best. My plan of having him feral and easily manipulated into killing Laura will leave that bond weakened forever. Derek will never trust Peter after that. Nor will he ever trust Stiles after the other night. He may have gone to him for research, but that will be all. And once you have the Alpha Spark, Derek will leave and Stiles will come back having no one else to go to."

"How do we get his spark?" Scott asks confused.

"Well, the Alphas have a wild card. One Derek will willingly give up the spark to save. I simply redirect it to you from there. Noone has to die."

"Fine. l just want Derek gone and for things to go back to normal." They continue scheming.

Stiles hands the phone to a fuming Peter and places his hands on Derek's head. He sends his magic in and finds the remaining black magic circling his mind, wolf, and spark. He pulls the familiar sticky black magic out of his mate, forming a ball with it. It writhes before solidifing into a glass ball, which Stiles drops and it shatters before vanishing into the ground, just like his did.

Derek can't contain the beta shift or roar he lets loose, good thing that barrier was in place or the whole of Northern California would have heard it. Stiles had blocked it from his phone so it continued recording Scott and Deaton uninterrupted.

Derek falls to his knees, eyes shining so bright they are casting a glow even in the sunlight, and he has a huge stupid but serene smile on his face. Pride and gratitude flood the pack bonds from both Derek and the Nemeton.

Stiles cautiously steps foward and gently touches Derek's shoulder, "Sourwolf? You oooWhookay? Demnp...mmm."

Derek interrupts Stiles by pulling him down into his lap and gripping him tightly (but thoughtfully of all his mates injuries), then mashes their mouths together in a borderline R rated kiss that makes Stiles moan, eyes roll shut, and his hips to buck of their own accord.

Peter rolls his eyes, "He's fine, and need I remind you we are in public...and have a mission to complete?"

Derek pulls back after one last quick peck before putting their foreheads together and explains, "He must have been working that spell since Mom was alive. I always wondered why Laura got the spark and not you Uncle Peter. That spell was almost overtaking the spark. He would have had full control of McCall. I think Stiles stopped the spell the other night when he strengthened it and the bonds, allowing it to fight against it. That's why my wolf was finally able to settle into the power some. But now...Gods it feels so light, pure, and WHOLE. I feel whole. My wolf is finally accepting the spark completly...Stiles..." Derek cuts off moaning Stiles' name with so much meaning they both feel it reverberate through their mate link. Peter adds to the moment by giving Derek a reassuring shoulder squeeze.

The three are brought out of the moment by the sound of Scott slamming the rear door with an exasperated huff, not even noticing the three who were barely concealed by the trash bins.

Peter sighs, "My mistake of a beta continues to proove his failures as a wolf." He turns to help Stiles up after he detangles himself from Derek's lap. Stiles then helps Derek up.

"Shall we go handle our wayward Darach ex-emissary?" Peter asks dubiously.

Stiles takes a steading breath then nods, reinforces the barrier, ends the recording, then leads the two Hales inside. They want their arrival to be a surprise for the bastard.

"So you don't just attack when I say this to him, but one of his crimes was casting a suppression spell on me while I was still in NICU. Right after being born. Mom felt it happen and knew she couldn't fight it. So, she put in the back door of allowing my Spark to keep me alive until it would be forced to awaken by being bitten. Later, after she passed, he then blocked my memories of everything."

The 'wolves let out deep growls at the information, already tempted to just run ahead and kill the man outright. But, Stiles has a plan, and wants answers. So, Derek accepts the hand Stiles offers him to help calm down.

Once they reach Deaton's office door Stiles stops them and turns to face the enraged 'wolves. "Derek you go in first, Peter second using your phone this time; don't want to bog my memory card. Then I'll stick close behind Peter so he doesn't see me right away."

They nod in agreement and Stiles opens the door with his Spark and drops the barrier as Derek steps through the threshold. Deaton looks up startled, but only for a moment.

"Gentlemen, what can I help you with today?"

Stiles steps around Peter, "Cut the shit Deaton. You know exactly why we are here." He sees a flash of fear before being replaced with smugness. "Let's start with the ritual binding of the Nemeton and then cutting it down. Going against the safety of your pack, including performing a spell to corrupt and control the Alpha Sparks. Telling Laura to have Paige bitten knowing she would reject the bite and Derek would be forced to get blue eyes; drawing in the hunters. Then selling Kate the mountain ash and all the wolfsbane she would need for Derek and the fire. Not to mention selling Gerard the wolfsbane and mountain ash to eliminate at least six other packs in the same manner. Sealing my Spark right after I was born. Most recently telling Gerard I was Derek's mate and a 'wolf in the hopes he would kill me; nearly succeeding. I, however, made it to Derek with just enough time for the bite to succeed," he pauses as Deaton's face morphs to an even more smug expression.

He decides that's enough of that altitude, so he casts an immobilization spell on Deaton and watches his expression morph to one of fear and pure outrage.

"Impossible! You can only be one or the other!"

Stiles smiles evilly as he lets his ears, tail, and eyes out, '"Ah, well I couldn't be a 'wolf and Spark. Did our self-centered Darach forget there other types of shifters? See, I have lots of Magic in my family, including werefox. Which can, infact, be both. My mom noticed your black magic on me and waited 'til I was home to add an emergency condition into your spell; knowing she couldn't fight it completly. So, as I was dying that back door swung open enough to let me get the bite. Which was all it needed to forcefully break the binding, awaken my powers, and affect the bite, making me a 'fox instead. Also the Nemeton has been VERY vocal about your wrong doings since they activated."

"None of you deserve these sparks or powers, you never understand the Nemetas or protect them correctly. Mutts!"

"Wow, so killing it is how one correctly goes about protecting it? Ya, so, here's the thing: You have to go. But death would be too merciful." Stiles steps forward and places a hand on Deaton's chest. The man reacts as if he had been kicked and starts trying to struggle away from Stiles.

Stiles mearly smirks as he gathers all of Deaton's magic into the center of his chest and forcefully and violently cleanses it (making Deaton roar 'NO'). Stiles looks Deaton directly in the eyes so the Darach can see the now swirling galaxies glowing there as he traps the man's magic behind an inpenetrable spelled barrier.

He feels the Nemeton sigh as the binding ritual breaks with the "death" of Deaton's magic.

When he speaks next it has an ominous echo to it, "Darach Deaton, as punishment for your crimes against the Nemeta, the Hale Pack, at least six other packs, and my Guardian Spark, your magic is now unreachable and unfreeable. You will retain all your history and knowledge, but will gain the appropriate guilt. You will also gain the knowledge that you will more rapidly age and die without the use of your dark magic. In addition, you'll never be able to speak of or about anything related to or within the supernatural world. Nor will you be able to understand anything spoken or written about it truthful or fictional. You will live out your remaining days as if you were a mundane human with no clue of the supernatural, all while knowing the truth in your memories. Useless to everyone but your mundane clients with their mundane animals."

As Stiles spoke both he and Deaton became surrounded by a golden mist, then Stiles pushes just a touch harder as he a finishes speaking sending the mist crashing into Deaton. The former druid gasps before passing out in his chair. The three watch as Deaton rapidly ages about 20 years.

"Harsh Dearheart. But I love it," Peter snarks.

Stiles smirks then yawns as he starts to sway, "Now, we gather everything that alludes to the supernatural while he is unconscious. Several items having been taken from your family."

The Hale men nod, Derek leads Stiles to a chair while Peter roots around and finds a duffle bag, they then move around quickly gathering all the "incriminating evidence." After gather everything they can touch they have Stiles gather the stuff they can't.

They run back out to the car, Peter carrying the bag and Derek carrying Stiles. "We need to get to the Nemeton. The other Darach will have felt the binding break and make a move. We need to go claim it now. As Alpha, Alpha mate, and Left Hand," Stiles gets out groggily as they drive away.

"Stiles," Derek warns, "You are already exhausted."

"I can take a tiny bit of energy from the pack... I should be fine. We NEED to do this now."

Derek sighs but nods and turns towards the preserve. They get out at hidden driveway and Stiles starts walking. The Hales follow, knowing he is being led by instinct to his tree.

They come to a clearing and Stiles whimpers at the sight of the lone stump in the middle. He lowers his head and steps forward slowly, reverently, until he drops to his knees and gently touches it.

"He's done so much bad to you. I'm sorry," Stiles whispers as the two Hales copy his approach and drop on either side of him. Stiles wipes his eyes and pushes his magic through his hands into the tree, providing some strength so it can direct him on what to do. It points him to a jar buried in it's roots. So, he surrounds it in a barrier, breaks the jar, and cleanses the void kitsune that was held within. He drops the barrier and the tree absorbs the massive amount of power from it.

Stiles takes the energy from the pack and pushes more magic into the tree to help jump start the regrowth and reconnection to the ley lines, and magic around it.

Stiles slumps tiredly on his heels but waves Derek off. He cuts his hands and looks at Derek and Peter until they do the same. Then grabs one each so all six bleeding hands land on the bark at the base of the stump at the same time.

They are blinded by a bright light and when they blink their eyes clear they are in a white endless room with a glowing floating presence. An Ethereal being of neither gender with a bow and quiver in one hand and the moon in the other. On their left stands a black wolf and on their right stands a white wolf.

Then it speaks with the same voice they heard echoed in Stiles' voice at Deaton's, "Alpha Derek Sebastian Hale, Alphan Mate and Spark Mieczysław Nikodem Gagos-Stilinski, and Left Hand Peter Evander Hale, I am the spirit of the Nemeton and I am grateful for your assistance in freeing me from the Darach. I wil happily renew the pact that was made with the original Hale Alphas."

The statement draws confussed brows from the three.

"Alphas as in plural?" Stiles inquires.

"Yes, the Hale pack consisted of two Alphas to run the large pack and large territory. Until Deaton showed up and pitted the then Alphas against eachother. He then stole the one spark to gain the strength he needed to start the binding ritual of me. Then he convinced the remaining Alpha to cut me down and used them as the sacrifice to seal the binding. That Spark he corrupted with his influence, so he had control to a degree, before letting it go to the next Alpha. He would interfere when he could, including it going to Laura. He already had her ear. He just didn't expect her to cut and run."

"What does the pact entail?" Stiles inquires again.

"It will tie me back to the pack. I can then power wards for your territory to alert you of threats and push away smaller ones. Now that you have cleansed me I will stop acting as a Beacon for the nasty stuff. I will also provide guidence to threats that come from within the wards. As well as your training. I am then available to you to draw on for more power when you need it. All I ask is that you protect me to the best of your abilities."

"Okay, and who will the second Alpha be?"

"There are already two Alphas Mr. Stilinski," the entry smirks and nods when Stiles points to himself with a raised eyebrow, "but I think you meant who the second Hale Alpha will be. That answer will come in due time. Now, are we in agreement for the pact?"

The three nod a little confused because they only know Peter and Derek as Hales.

The entity states seriously, "Do you three vow your loyalty to me, this territory, and your pack? Promising to make your pack the best they can possibly be, to keep me and this land safe?"

"We do so vow," the three echo together.

The entity smiles, steps up, and I places a hand on each of their chests' (yes, growing a third for Peter), pushes a bright orb of light into their chests', and they all roar/yowl as they feel the connection to the Nemeton solidify, which again strengthens their pack bands.

Stiles also feels the connection to the land and the unlimited supply of magic at his disposal.

"Thank you again. From now on I will be able to contact Stiles in dreams or his thoughts with threats I detect, if the wards are triggered, or when he inquires a simpler request."

With that they are blinded again and wake up laying in the grass under the canopy of a massive oak tree that now stands where the stump used to be. The tree had regrown while they were with the entity. While laying there Stiles uses the last of his energy to create a ward to hide the tree from anyone but pack; even those that know it's location already.

He turns to face Derek with heavy eyes, "Isn't it just beautiful?" then promptly passes out.

Derek jumps up and gathers Stiles into his arms starting to panic.

"He's fine Derek. He's not drained completely. Just slightly overexerted himself. Nothing serious," Peter adds quickly to keep Derek from spiraling completely. 

Derek sighs and nods. They head back to the wagon and then back to the Argent house. They use Stiles' hand to open the door, and Chris just rides home with them.

At the animal Clinic, Morrel shows up for more information from Deaton and notices the feeling of a large amount of magic having been casted, as well as his wards disabled. She looks around and finds nothing of his Druid nature anywhere She proceeds to find him slumped in his office chair unconscious and much older looking.

She approaches and pulls up the security footage for earlier. To her surprise it's only the Audio of the crimes Deaten was punished for and that he is now mundane. She deletes it and is horrified to hear what he had done and realizes that by working with Deucalion she too is getting darker. She decides to approach the young pack and warn them before leaving town.

Maybe she'll have the twins get close to them, so they can get free too. As she leaves she feels the change in the area, of the Nemeton being cleansed and claimed. The air itself feels lighter. She sends one last glare to Deaten and leaves.

Blake was in the middle of one of her sacrifices when she felt the Nemeton binding break. She grins evily and finishes this one before quickly leaving to go do her next. She must accelerate her timeline to be able to kill the Alphas and then claim the tree.

She is in the middle of her third sacrifice for the night when she feels the shift and screams, "How dare someone else claim her Nameton! They will pay along with the Alphas!"

Back at the station Noah is doing paperwork before the end of his shift when he feels the influx of power to the pack bonds and his own cougar. He has to use his wards and a tremendous amount of self-control to not roar; however, he can't prevent his eyes from glowing, tail and ears emerging, or his fangs descending. 

He closes his eyes and breathes through the rush as Stone comes bursting into his office with terror written all over his face, "Sir... something happened. I felt.." he stops when he sees Noah's ears and tail, and his fangs in the smile he can't stop. Then Noah opens his still glowing eyes.

Stone quickly closes the door, "Um, sir? I was unaware."

Noah holds his hand up taking one more deep breath, shift fading, and feels Stiles pass out through the bond. "Holy. Shit. That was a rush. You can stop fumferring Stone. I'm a newly awakened werecougar."

"That's why I didn't sense a change," Stone mumbles.

"Correct. Also, it was my pack who cleansed and claimed the Nemeton. No need to be worried."

Stone literally sags in relief leaning on one of the chair backs, and sighs heavily, "That is quite the relief to hear, Sir. So....how?" He waves generally at Noah.

"Pack secret for now," Noah says with a look of pride on his face that Stone knows well. He can guess Stiles was the reason. After all he knew about Claudia and the magic; and, the whole station watched Stiles grow up. They often share the same look when Noah brags.

So, he nods before stating, "Alright Sir. Well our shifts just ended and you said you wanted me to join you on a trip to the hospital? Did you want to go now?"

Noah nods, "Yes, just let me finish this report and we can head on over."

Stone nods and wraps up his too. Thirty minutes later they head over to the hospital, and are making there way through to where the front desk directed them.

Noah stops them around the corner and holds his finger up to shush Stone, and they approach more stealthy.

Stone realizes why when he begins to hear Scott venting to Melissa about Derek ruining everything, and Stiles and Allison avoiding him because of Derek.

As Scott turns to leave they see her look of concern before she spys them and schools her expression. Noah holds his hands up in a placating manner.

"Calm down Melissa, we are here on personal business, just came straight from the station. Do you have a few minutes and a quiet place we can talk?"

"Is this about Scott's behavioral changes, lying, sudden cure for his asthma, and fallout with Stiles?"

Noah only nods. Melissa rubs her temples, leads them to an empty nurses lounge, and closes the door. Stone leads her to sit while Noah locks the door and then sits across from Melissa, now seeing just how warn down she looks.

"Has Scott told you anything besides his venting?"

"Nothing, but I know he is hiding something and has been since the beginning of school this year. I'm not stupid; but he seems to think l am. I know it has something to do with all the weird that goes on around here, especially lately."

"It does. Alright, so, first I'll give you a rundown of the overall issues. Then the brief history of the town and the Hales. Then what's been happening since September."

So they begin with proving to her the supernatural is real, then the Hales, the town and what lead to the fire; lastly, everything since the fire, including the newest threat, and how Scott is being stubborn with a stupid grudge against Derek. All Derek has done has been trying to help, but Scott won't hear it. Including ignoring Stiles' near fatal injuries because the thought of getting Allison back was all he cares about right now.

Melissa looks horrified at Scott's actions and she stands stubbornly, "I'll come talk to Derek. This is not the boy I raised and I would like to help the pack how and when I can. Even if they only need me for first aid."

Noah nods and hugs her, "Hang in there and stay safe."

Stone takes his leave, but Melissa stops Noah before he leaves. She asks him to wait the hour to give her a ride when her shift finishes. He agrees easily enough.

At the Stilinski house Danny shows up and joins the three betas in the living room to wait, working together on their homework. Allison walks in an hour later dragging Lydia, who had tried to back out. Another hour later all the betas shift at the a influx of power. Danny and Lydia are both shocked, but Lydia is most shocked at Allison's. They shake themselves off and continue their homework until the others get back, ignoring their guests befuddlment and questions.

Another hour goes by before Chris holds the door for Derek, who is carrying Stiles, and Peter who brings up the rear helping carry bags for Chris and Allison.

"Chris and Boyd can you start on dinner?" Derek asks, sounding exhausted himself.

"Yes Alpha," they respond.

"Lydia, who would you like in the office with you?" Derek inquires.

Lydia takes a second to think about it, "Allison and Danny."

"Alright, you three can go into the office with Peter. Erica, Boyd, and Isaac you keep an extra eye and ear on lookout."

"Yes Alpha," they echo, being quiet as well. They are also concerned for their Pack Mom and know Derek is tense and tired and they want to help ease the tension by making sure the den is safe, so he can focus on his mate.

He nods and then heads up to take care of his passed out mate. Peter gestures for the three teens to enter first and then follows, leaving the door open.

He takes a steadying breath and begins with the break down of the supernatural and Beacon Hills. Once done with the foundation he turns to Lydia and looks directly in her eyes as he speaks.

"Lydia, I am truely sorry for what I have put you through. What I did to you. As a 'wolf I know never to bite your kind because of the bond that forms, and the painful forced awakening. I just need to explain what happened. I was left alone by my new Alpha, after experiencing the pain of each lost pack bond. Especially my wife and unborn pups. I was left a shell of a man, barely human. A nobody. My new Alpha having left me omega and vulnerable, at the mercy of our enemies. As an Omega my healing was extremly slow anyway; but, my nurse was actually a hunter in disguise. She would inject my IV with wolfsbane and rub it in my wounds. What that means, is for six years I lay there feeling everything as I healed cell by cell. Reliving the worst moment of my life. No human pain medicine to help; since we metabolize too quickly," Peter pauses to fight the tears.

"Then my nurse started whispering revenge and hatred in my ear. The wolfsbane making me weak and pliable. She began letting me out on full moons, pumping me full of something to painfully force me to shift and run. After a few times she and Deaton lured Laura back and let me loose. All l knew was a strange 'wolf was in my territory," Peter is losing the battle of the tears.

He takes a breath, "Then I got the Alpha Spark and the surge of power only added to my already weakened and corrupted mind. So, I went completly crazy. I was a monster and will never forgive myself for what I did during that time. I'm grateful to all of you for ending my misery, as Death cleared my mind of all influences, good, bad, and ugly. Including some mind tampering done by my sister," Peter has to pause again to reign in his bouncing emotions.

"I am not sorry for the fact that I have been given this opportunity at a second chance. I AM sorry for how it had to happen. I know what I did was awful and traumatizing; but, I really do wish to help you train and research your abilities and heritage. You are a brilliant and intimidating young woman, Lydia. I believe we could be ruthless together. We also found a therapist for the pack. Everyone in the pack will be talking with her; but, you are welcome to use her as well."

Lydia listened carefully to the whole apology, then stood flipped her hair, and pursed her lips. "I can now understand where you were coming from, and I'm sorry that happened to you. I want to train... need to train and research. However, seeing as l am not ready to forgive you, yet, I would not want to be alone with you."

"That's perfectly resonable," Peter nods.

"Great, now, where is Derek? I will be joining the pack; especially since Allison said it is safer."

"Me too. There is no way I'm going back to avoiding this. I'm in 100%," Danny adds.

Derek walks into the office and gestures for them to face him the explains what it fully means to be a part of the pack, the bonds, wards, links, mates, dangers, and everything else he can think of that they need know.

"Do you still want to join? Still want me as your Alpha?"

"Yes Alpha," they speak in unison.

Derek let's his eyes glow and fangs drop, then bites down on their necks to form the bond without drawing blood. He stumbles a little as he Beta shifts, only just containing the roar caught in his throat.

He looks to Peter and lisps breathlessly around his fangs, "We'll have to ask Stiles to confirm it; but, I don't think Danny is human. That was too powerful a surge for gaining one magic user and a human. It...ya, it feels like two magic users."

"What?" Danny asks bewildered.

"We'll wait until Stiles is awake...which might not be until tomorrow some time," Peter informs him.

Danny nods absently as Chris yells that dinner is ready and Noah comes through the door with Melissa in tow. Derek walks out to greet them as the others move to the kitchen to help serve dinner.

"Derek. How is Stiles doing after using so much magic? I could feel him pass out through the bonds."

"He is upstairs in bed, still passed out; but, seems fine. I tried draining pain, but it wasn't any new kind of pains. Just what's been there."

"I'll go check on him. Derek this is Melissa, Melissa this is Derek."

Derek shakes her hand as Noah makes his way upstairs. "Nice to officially meet you Ms. McCall. Has Noah explained everything to you?"

Melissa pulls him in for a hug, "Yes, and Melissa is fine. I'm sorry for all the trouble my son has caused you. I tried so hard to keep him from being like his father," she sighs deeply, "I have come to offer my help as a medical person and be pack or pack adjacent. Whichever you are comfortable with."

"Noah explained what it means to be both?" Derek asks and sees her nod. So he continues, "Alright. I think for now adjacent would be safer for you, based on Scott's behavior and the new threat. You may be in more danger if you smell like pack. However, please stay and eat with us, as I want you to be in he know as much as you can be."

She nods again and he gestures for her to go ahead and follows her to the table. They eat and then gather in the living room. Derek then takes them through what has happened since the warehouse, what happened to Deaton, the Nemeton, Parrish, the new members, Danny's potential, Stiles continued healing (which, again, seems to be paused in order to get his energy back. Derek grumbles because he hates it), what is happening to Scott (gently, though Melissa is still horrified), everything they know about the Alpha Pack, and the rules to prevent themselves from giving any information to the enemies while keeping everyone safe.

They set up training schedules for weapons, defense, offense, police protocols, and tutoring as needed to start the following day; as well as handing out the therapist's information for everyone to schedule ASAP.

Melissa and Lydia head home for the night, while Danny opts to stay. They all pile on the bed with Stiles. Well, minus Chris, Peter, and Noah.

Tuesday April 11th

The next morning Stiles groans awake. He can barely move due to his fatigue and sore injuries. Noah shoos out all the teens and sends them all off to school, calls Stiles in sick, instructs Derek to stay with Stiles, leaves Chris in charge of the house, and Peter is coming with him.

Derek stares at him with a raised brow, again. Wondering to himself why he is seemingly okay with Noah commanding everyone around.

Noah clears his throat, "Uh, right, sorry. Please forgive me Alpha...I'm just used to handing out orders and taking care of everyone. What would you like us to do Alpha?"

Derek shakes his head and chuckles, "I get it Noah, sir. You lot of teens need to get out of here before you are late. Noah take Peter for safety reasons, and Peter update me on Parrish. Chris, I however, would appreciate it if you could hang outside the school, in your car if that makes you feel safer. I just would like someone keeping an ear and eye out for any trouble with the betas. Oh, actually, is Deputy Stone on duty today?"

"No, today is his off day," Noah responds.

"Great. Can you ask him to join Chris? I'd also like to offer him a place in the pack tonight," Derek adds.

"He has a wife and four kids, if he is pack he will want his family to be pack too. He might prefer to be pack adjacent though."

"Either way, invite him and Tara over for dinner tonight. Also, I have my forms ready."

"Great, I'll take them in with me and call your old precinct."

"Sounds good. Now, get out of here."

"Yes Alpha!" They all respond simultaneously, the teens rushing around like maniacs before it's just Derek and Stiles left.

"Nnngh. Thank Gods. I'm going back to sleep now," Siles groans.

"Nope, not yet. You need a shower and food, and I need to update you on the pack. And," Derek leans in and kisses him deeply, "I've missed my mate. Gods I hate how slow you heal still."

"Mmm fine. And I've missed you too Sourwolf."

Derek carries Stiles downstairs where he eats until he is stuffed.

While they eat Derek tells Stiles about everything that was discussed last night, and the two new members. Which, includes his suspicion about Danny's heritage. Once they finish Derek carries Stiles up to the shower, strips them both, then takes extra care in helping clean his mate.

He smells Stiles sadness and loathing as he carefully cleans Stiles' chest. Stiles looks away with tears about to fall.

"Stiles I'm sor..." he stops himself from apologizing knowing it was Deaton's fault, not his, and Stiles would yell at him. "It doesn't matter to me. We know it's not true; and, it just reminds me of how strong and devoted my mate is to me and our pack for having endured it. But..I understand your feelings about it. We will figure something out, alright? Please don't be upset about it anymore."

Derek carefully wipes the few tears that fell anyway as Stiles nods. Stiles takes a few deep breathes before kissing Derek. It's chaste at first, just showing his love and appreciation; but, it quickly turns hungry. They both rapidly become hot and bothered.

"Derek," Stiles moans, "I...I want to complete the bond. Please say we can complete it. My body aches for you, my neck thrums for your teeth, and my teeth itch to be in your neck. Please. Can we?" Stiles moans without begging too much, he doesn't want to pressure; because, Kate Fucking Argent.

Derek's breathing becomes heavy and fast, claws slipping out, and he is barely containing his beta shift.

"You don't have to control that with me. I love you Sourwolf. You, as a 'wolf. This is a part of you, and I want you to be comfortable enough to be yourself with me."

Derek moans as the shift takes over. He pushes Stiles against the wall and plants an R-rated passionate kiss on Stiles lips as he starts grinding their hips together. He reaches back with one hand, pulling his claws back, and gives a tentative touch.

"Yes, if you feel okay enough for that, then I'm ready too. So Please. Can I?"

Stiles moans out a breathy "Yes" as he leans into Derek for a kiss before being lifted and carried back to bed. Derek takes great care in being mindful of injuries and prepping and pleasuring his mate. They both groan in deep ecstasy when Derek slowly pushes all the way in. They take a moment to gather themselves before continuing.

Derek growls gently into Stiles ear, "Let your shift go. The same goes for you. The fox and magic are a part of you. I love all of you too. Please, be comfortable with me too."

Stiles only moans as his shift takes hold and his tail wraps tightly around Derek's thigh. They go for twenty more minutes before the heat starts to pool in their abdomens.

"Ng..Der..I.." Stiles moans out as he tries reaching for Derek's neck with his mouths.

"Me too," Derek grunts leaning down and placing his fangs against Stiles' neck.

Stiles arches in response and then places his own fangs on Derek's neck making Derek buck his hips involuntarily, sending them both barreling over the edge. Their jaws latch on tightly.

They feel the bond snap firmly into place as the power and solidity of the Alpha now having his mate claimed thrums through the pack bonds. However, both are feeling too good to care. Their shifts fade, pulling back their fangs. They absently lick the marks clean, following their instincts.

Derek pulls out gently, causing them both to groan. He then picks his mate up and carries him back to the shower, cleans them both off and out, both paying close attention to the bites, then they lay back down and go back to sleep tangled up naked under the covers. Derek making sure to drain as much of Stiles' pain as possible.

At the school Morrell takes note of Stiles' suspicious absence and writes a note to call him in to talk when he comes back to school. She'll use the excuse of checking on him after the fallout with Scott, since she has heard the murmuring in the halls. She also keeps a close eye on Blake and the twins, since it is the twins first day at school.

The teens all feel the power of the mate bond solidify and burst out into hysterics in the mind link. Erica adds, "I guess he wasn't too hurt to be plowed," making a few of the others actually laugh out loud. They end up only getting warnings, but they really can't contain their continued laughing and giddiness in the link and bonds. Not quite realizing it is feedback from their Alphas elation and euphoria. 

Noah looks at Peter when they feel the shift in the pack bonds with his eyebrow raised. Peter schools his face and gives a terse nod, making Noah grumble and groan.

"Oh stop, you knew it was coming," Peter laughs.

Noah hisses in response, which only makes Peter laugh harder. They both sober quickly when Parrish walks into Noah's office looking weary and worn.

"Sir, um," he fumbles and scratches the back of his neck.

"Jordan. I know. I'm a werecougar and Peter is a werewolf. Have you and Cerberus come to a decision?"

Parrish's eyes widen for a moment but then he clears his a throat, "Yes sir. We have merged and will join the pack."

"Wonderful. You are coming for dinner then, I won't hear any objection. The Stone family and Graeme are coming too."

"Yes sir, we'll be there," Parrish responds before heading back to his desk.

After school the teens, Chris, Derek, and Stiles make their way into a clearing that Stiles wards for secrecy and safety. He then calls upon the Nemeton to answer the riddle about Danny. Together they explore Danny's aura and brain and find more meddling from Deaton. 

When Stiles huffs and starts pulling away Danny jokes, "Cousin Miguel huh?"

Stiles and Derek both flush brightly making all the teens laugh. Danny had shared the story at lunch knowing it only made the current situation funnier.

Stiles rolls his eyes and clears his throat,"I really fucking hate Deaton. It seems like I wasn't the only one he repressed at the hospital. Danny is a mage. Give me a moment to pull the black magic out of him," Stiles groans. The 'wolves growl in response.

Stiles takes a breath to prepare himself and thinks about whether there are others. The Nemeton answers, "There are, but I can fix them. You focus on your packmates." Stiles takes one more breath and then pulls the black sticky magic from Danny, let's it solidify, then drops and shatters it.

Danny gasps as he feels his power surge to life and the bonds snapping into his awareness. Stiles and the Nemeton have already added the wards to all the new members (giving Lydia a special banshee one), so they update Danny's to help him handle and control his magic. 

Danny's eyes are shining a brilliant royal purple swirling with whites, golds, and blacks; like a Charoite.

"Fucking Shit, that is intense. This feeling in my chest, what is it?"

"You feel your magic thrumming through you, then the tugging and what feels like emotions, are the pack bonds. When you find a mate, you'll be able to share everything you feel through the mate bond. Also, you may want to talk to your parents...magic doesn't just appear, it runs in families...so one of them is a magic user of some kind with a long heritage of it." Danny can only nod to Stiles in response. "Alright let's start training."

In London, Jackson feels a surge in what he believed to be a weak bond to Danny because they were friends; but, now it's stronger and it's making him itch with the need to talk to him, a need to get on a plane home and be beside him. So, he decides to talk to his Alpha.

Back in the clearing Derek strips (with great protests from Stiles) and then shifts into his Dire Wolf. Stiles' jaw drops before he starts bounding around him in excitement. Derek is seven feet long snout to tail tip, five feet tall ground to shoulder blade, and has pitch black fur.

In his excitement Stiles trips over his own feet, yelps, and lands harder and more painfully than expected. He finds himself tangled in his clothes and tries to talk, but all that comes out is chattering.

Derek pulls the shirt away with his teeth and Stiles looks down at himself in shock. He has shifted to a full fox.

"Derek! Oh my Gods. First you are gorgeous. Second..if...if we can both full shift...then everyone else should be able to as well!"

"Yes. If you command them with your Spark. But I think you are the gorgeous one Stiles."

Derek continues to ogle his mate. Stiles' fox form is about the size of a malamute and half melanistic. His paws, face, back of his ears, and chest are pitch black. His tail is black and gray with the white tip. There is gray around his eyes and strip of black down his back. The front of his thighs are black and gray and fade to the brilliant orange that covers the rest of him.

If Stiles could blush in this form, he would be.

Noah and Peter walks into the clearing with Parrish and see the huge wolf and fox.

"So, you both can full shift?" Noah asks, knowing exactly what it means. Peter knowing too.

Stiles responds with a mischivious cackle. Noah and Peter rapidly undress. The teens all share looks before realizing they know something is coming and quickly follow their lead. 

Stiles flares his eyes and all the werecreatures double over as their full shifts take hold.

Peter is a dark gray Dire Wolf, only a touch smaller than Derek. The other 'wolves are only slightly larger than a standard wolf. Erica is blonde and white, Isaac is blonde and brown, Boyd is dark drown and black, and Allison is light and medium browns. Chris becomes a massive brown kodiak bear and Noah becomes a large cream and tan cougar.

Together they let loose a deafening sound of howls, roars, and a vixen scream. Good thing the secrecy ward silenced it to the outside world.

"Alright. This was more than expected. I only came to tell you guys to get back. Stone and the others are on their way to the house for dinner," Noah links shifting back and finding an added ward. He looks to Stiles with a fond proud smile as he gets dressed.

"It's for shift control. No full shifts unless we mean it to happen. Also to help keep us anchored so it's easier to shift back," Stiles informs the pack. Everyone shifts back and carefully lops onto Stiles with 'thank yous' and 'that was awesomes'.

Stiles' shift back is painful and tiring, since one shouldn't shift while as injured as he is. Derek carries him back pulling more pain. The pack heads home and start dinner as the others arrive.

Once dinner is finished they discuss business: Stone and his family opt to be pack adjacent, Tara opts to be pack for safety reasons, Parrish accepts his place in the pack gaining the ability to full shift into a shadow hound, and they give the update on Danny's mage status.

They then choose Lydia as the Emissary (Stiles opting to just be the Alphan Mate), Peter as the Left Hand who chooses Erica to train, Boyd is the Right Hand, and Danny, Noah, and Chris are in charge of pack security.

They dismiss for the night, Lydia and Danny going home to discuss family heritage with their parents. The rest of the teens piling together in the guest room. The elder triad go to Noah's room. Leaving Stiles and Derek going to Stiles' room.

"We need a night to ourselves soon. I miss you guys so much, and want to feel my mates in me once more. I want to complete the bonds," Chris yawns out as they cuddle together.

The other two men share a heated flustered look as they adjust themselves and cuddle closer. Chris hums approvingly at the agreement their bodies are giving. Peter and Noah know that as the only gay one, since they both are bi, Chris must have felt tortured being forced into the marriage with Victoria and to have to make an heir.

Noah starts kneading Chris' back in comfort, earning him another contented sigh before Chris' breaths even out in sleep. Sleep then quickly takes the other two as they listen to his soft snores.

Wed. April 12th

The next morning everyone is up early, Isaac and Allison help Peter make breakfast. The other teens set the table. Stiles groans awake in pain; so, Derek pain drains him some more. Noah walks in with the first aid kit and sighs. He hates it as much Derek.

"Alright kiddo, let's see where you're at here. Using that much magic the last two days stalled your healing, again."

Stiles grumbles as he removes his shirt so Derek and Noah can remove the bandages and check him over. His ribs are still tender but the bones seem to be solid again, despite shifting yesterday. The gashes on his chest look like mere scratches now, though they are scaring. The bruising everywhere is in the deep purple turning green phase, his nails are starting to grow back, and the burn blisters have popped and the scabs appear to be drying out to fall off soon. The wounds on his arm are still deep enough to need butterfly bandages, and the bruising still fresh dark blue and purple.

Derek wraps his chest and ribs again, while Noah does his arm and hands. Noah leaves Derek in charge of helping with the concealer for his neck and face.

Once they get Stiles situated they join the others at the table and they all eat together.

"Alright, Chris I want you and Parrish keeping watch of Melissa at the hospital please. Noah, you and Stone are together at the station. Peter, you and I are on School patrol today. The rest of you lot, focus on school and not giving Blake, The Alphas, or Morrell any information."

"Yes Alpha," they all respond together.

They cleanup and head their seperate ways. Once they get to the parking lot Derek links Danny and Lydia.

"Danny, I want you sticking close to Stiles. Lydia, you stay close to Allison. You are keeping tabs on the new teacher, Blake, and new counselor, Morrell. Peter and I are patrolling today for security."

"Yes Alpha," they respond as they walk into the school.

During second period Stiles gets called to guideance. Danny doesn't share this class with him, but Boyd does. Stiles leaves and Boyd gives it a few minutes before asking to go to the restroom. He then runs to meet Stiles before heading into Morrell's office.

"Oh Hello, I'm afraid this is a private conversation," she says.

"He stays," Stiles demands faking a voice tremor, "Please."

"Alright. I called you in to see how you are doing. You missed school yesterday and heard the other students talking about a fall out between you and Scott. Your best friend."

"I'm fine. But let's go ahead and drop the pretense, ya?"

Morrell is slightly shocked by his bluntness, but nods, "Are you the new Guardian of the Nemeton?"

Stiles doesn't answer; instead, crosses his arms, leans back, and raises an eyebrow.

Morrell sighs, "I do not wish to end up like Deaton. I wish to be cleansed before snapping my bond with Deucalion and leaving town. Make it painful, I deserve it."

Stiles brows shoot up, she's telling the truth. He stands and moves around to her chair and places his hand on her chest. As his eyes swirl to life Morrell gasps and then gasps again as Stiles' magic gathers hers to cleanse it of the darkness forming there. Her breath is labored, but she cries tears of joy as she snaps her pack bonds subtly. 

"Thank you. I wanted to warn you, Deuc will do anything to get this land. Anything. He is keeping a Hale captive and in a feral brainwashed state. I don't know where. I also wanted to ask if you could get the twins, Ethan and Aiden, away. They want a pack that won't abuse them or use them as merely muscle. Deuc promised it but is worse than their original pack. Please, they just want a family."

"We'll look into it. They started yesterday, yes?"

"Yes, I'm not surprised your pack noticed right away. I don't think Deuc knows you guys are strong and united."

"Good. We'd like to keep it that way. As of now, You will leave Beacon Hills and never return. You won't speak to anyone in the Alpha Pack ever again, and will only ever be a good clean Druid for the rest of your life," Stiles instructs with the Nemeton and Alpha power echoed in his voice.

Morrell nods,"I'll pack and leave tonight. Now back to class."

Boyd whispers as they exit, "Your purples and ambers look redder. And that just sounded like an Alpha command. Does that mean you're an Alpha now?"

"Yes. Equal to the Alpha as the Alphan Mate. So same authority."

Boyd nods and they continue their route back to class.

"You got all that Der?" Stiles links.

"Ya, we heard it all. Good work Sti. Now, get back to class," Derek responds.

In London, Jackson is packing his bags after reaching out to Noah for help with emancipation paperwork. His Alpha explained that the tug he feels is because he has started forging a mate bond with Danny...somehow. He thought that would have been Lydia, but he is realizing there was always more to his friendship with Danny. Now, he needs to get home and talk to both of them.

At lunch Stiles invites the twins to sit with him, Danny, Lydia, and Allison (the other betas sit a little closer than normal). Scott still storms out of the cafeteria growling, enough that some of the other students look at him funny. Stiles huffs as he casts a small spell to make them lose interest and not think about it further.

The whole pack are using their wards to hide their scents from the twins. Stiles reaches out to see what the Nemeton thinks. 

"They are being forced to do all of this. They would take the opportunity to leave. The Druid was correct, they just want to feel like they are truly wanted. To be more than just a tool or weapon."

"Thank you Nemie." Stiles then clears his throat, "It's Ethan and Aiden right?" Stiles asks conversationally.

"Ya, he's Aiden and I'm Ethan. What were your names again?"

"I'm Stiles, this is Danny, Lydia, and Allison. You just started right? How are you liking Beacon Hills?"

"Ya, yesterday. It's nice here. The air feels lighter than anywhere else we've been. We moved with some...friends to get away from our abusive family."

"Damn. I'm sorry to hear that, but glad you got out," Stiles responds genuinely. Abuse is a sure way to get both Stilinski men worked up.

"Uh ya; thanks," Ethan responds looking away for a moment. They all smell his guilt. Stiles guesses it's because they actually want friends and are having to lie. 

"Can I tell you a secret?" Stiles asks leaning in towards them.

"Ya sure," Ethan responds, smelling a little happier and looking back at him.

Stiles flicks a secrecy spell on them and let's them see his eyes. The twins gasps in surprise.

"I know why you are actually here, and that the others in your pack are just as abusive. Help us, and we can free you and show you what a true pack is like. You will have to sacrifice your Alpha Spark; but, you will gain the ability to full shift."

Their eyes go wider as Stiles speaks before their jaws drop at the full shift revelation. They snap their jaws shut.

"We have been kept in the dark about their plans and commanded to not say anything about what we do know," Ethan responds frustrated.

"Can you...be followed to where you are staying?"

They blink at him before nodding, "loopholes?" Aiden asks.

Stiles smiles viciously, "Cunning and mischief are in my nature."

The twins laugh, real genuine laughs; for the first time in years. They can both feel this is where they belong. They felt it as soon as they entered the territory, but since the other night when the air became lighter; that feeling amplified to a need. They just need freedom. They shake Stiles' hand and the scheming begins.

Lydia tells them about her grandmother being sent to Eichen and dying there. All because she didn't understand what she was or experiencing.

Danny shares that the magic comes from his Dad and his Dad's side of the family. His Dad is a weak white witch, who decided not to tell Danny because he thought the magic had been too weak in the three of them to manifest. Danny shares how his Dad wants to check his younger twin sisters now.

The Nemeton explains to Stiles that the twins took after their mother and are human; but, also because they knew the twins would abuse the power and therefore gave Danny the power of all three together. It's why his levels are so much stronger than the rest of his family.

The pack all nod in understanding and promise a pack pile with The Notebook for Lydia after school.

Jennifer Blake notices the two prowlers in the woods all day and gets a hideous idea to get a leg up on Deuc. After school she races out to the parking lot and finds Derek leaning on the truck again.

She puts on her award worthy fake smile and waltzed up to him.

"Hello. Are you here to pick someone up?" she oozes out like honey weaving an infatuation spell into the words.

Derek feels a small flicker of something strange before he feels his mind ward flare to life and push back against the foreign magic. Stiles feels it too and starts running for his mate.

Derek growls low and deep, grabs her throat with his claws digging in, whirls her around, and slams her against the trucks door. To everyone else it looks like he is making out with her.

"Did you just try to fuck with my mind?" He growls around fangs.

She hisses, "That should have worked. You should be trying protect and bed me!"

He growls long and low, "You wanted to rape me by taking my choice to say no to you? Make me think we are in love? I'm NEVER letting someone fuck with me like that again." As he was replying he had pulled off the truck and started moving towards the woods. Stiles spots them just as they moved into the shadows and out of sight.

He bolts to catch up, cursing under his breath. "Derek! Derek, please! She has too much black magic! I can feel it! Trust me Love. Please. When I say move. Move. Please!" He feels Derek's anger and hesitancy before he concedes. Stiles lets out a relieved sigh as he catches sight of them.

"Move!"

Derek lets go and ducks to the left as Stiles throws an arrow made of mistletoe from his hand. It makes purchase in her heart, forcing her to drop her glamour. As it explodes and starts wrapping her in mistletoe vines she casts a curse on the two. 

The Nemeton helps Stiles deflect it back to her, and they watch as she bursts into flames.

Derek drops to his knees, breath coming too fast and short; he is starting to have a panic attack. Stiles drops down in front of Derek, hugs him tightly with one hand on the back of his neck, and helps him come down from the panic. He also takes a momemt to completly remove the magic the ward was rejecting.

Derek wraps his arms around Stiles tightly, "Thank you Love. I, that, that would have been me. Thank you," Derek stutters and sobs.

"Always," Stiles responds resolutely and kisses Derek gently while caressing Derek's cheek.

Once Blake is done burning Stiles salts the ashes and calls upon Nemie. They use the wind and ground to disperse and get rid of the ash. Stiles thanks Nemie and helps Derek off the ground.

They walk back wrapped together, then put a little space between them as they make the parking lot. Stiles doing a little notice-me-not spell until they are back beside the truck.

"Alright, so Morrell and Blake are dealt with, and the twins want to help. That leaves Deuc and the two others as our current problems," Stiles links the pack before getting a scolding from his Dad.

"And how exactly are they handled Stiles!?"

"Well, Morrell is cleansed and agreed to leave tonight and turn over a new leaf. And Blake, Uh DADT...??"

He can feel Noah's irritation and grumbling through the bonds and the teens all burst out laughing. The twins look at them all confused. 

Stiles waves them off and states,"We want to see what Deuc has up his sleeve; so, just go for now. You won't be able to talk about us or anything from earlier, and you won't come off as suspicious or hiding anything. Did you feel Blake's bond snapping? Or even Morrell's?"

"Blake wasn't part of our pack. She followed us here. And Morrell's was weak anyway. To be honest they all are," Aiden responds with a shrug.

"Alright, We'll see you at school tomorrow," Stiles replies and the whole pack waves as they leave on their bikes.

"Daddio Blake smelt of dark sacrificial magic. So her involvement in any murder cases should appear now...with the death of her magic." 

The teens all snicker at Noah's resumed mumbling and grousing.

Stiles rolls his eyes and then asks Nemie if there is a way to stage something later, so none of the cases are added to the unsolved case count. The Nemeton says yes.

"Alright lets get to the training grounds," Derek instructs.

"Im going to go through the vault quick and look for books that will help Stiles, Danny, and Lydia," Peter states, "Erica could stay and help and I can use that time to start introducing her to Left Hand duties and responsibilities."

"That's a good plan. We'll meet you at the clearing," Derek replies.

On the way to the clearing Derek gets a message from Melissa stating Scott had come to vent to her about Deaton acting strange and saying he didn't understand what Scott was talking about. That he is blaming Derek, he just doesn't know how he did it. She is getting increasingly worried about him.

"We'll keep a closer eye on him. Thanks for the heads up," he reassures her.

"Pair up. It's sparing day. Stiles is with me so I can show him how to move while being mindful of his injuries, and how to fight through the pain. You will all need to know those lessons; but, we'll teach it as it comes along instead of creating it like before," Derek informs them and they can hear Isaac's sigh of relief. They pair up and begin sparing. Although, Danny and Lydia are just learning self-defense from Chris.

Peter and Erica join a little later with arms full of books. They unload the books into the truck and join the others in sparing.

The next two weeks proceed the same way: dodging Scott, hanging with the twins and letting them get a feel for the pack while having them spelled, training, therapy, and research into the three magic users.

During the first week the older triad do a date night and wind up in the preserve where they complete their mate bonds. They each proudly wear matching marks on both shoulders.

At the beginning of week two Parrish and Lydia agree to let things go beyond friendship, and get closer, accepting the magical pull to eachother for what it is: a potential mate.

Around the middle of week two Stiles finds the journals his mom told him about and starts studying those too. They provide him with the runes and spells to ward everyone's houses, the new apartment building, and the vault for safety. 

Mon. May 2nd 

On Monday, the start of the third quiet week, Scott corners Stiles in the locker room in full beta shift. Stiles has to spell the other students to ignore them and forget anything they may have seen. Boyd, Isaac, and Danny hurry to help out however they can. The other students all filtering out for class as if nothing is happening.

"You need to leave Derek alone. He is unhinged and did something to Deaton. He's old now and can't remember anything. I know he did something. I don't understand why Chris hasn't killed him yet! I know he was also behind the councilor and teacher going missing! He is evil Stiles. Stay away from him! I'm just trying to help you," Scott snarls.

"Help me?" Stiles growls unable to avoid the eye flash.

Scott pulls back for only a second before his claws are in both of Stiles biceps this time. Stiles hisses in pain as they rip into the same spot on the one side, into scar tissue.

"Fuck you Scott! You haven't wanted to help me since Allison showed up. You just have this weird grudge against Derek and it's getting out of hand. You should think about leaving Beacon and trying to find a pack that will take you."

"He is corrupting you! Your eyes are blue! That means you've killed innocents! He only wants the power!"

"You are so fucking wrong it's almost funny. Neither Derek or I are murderers; sure we carry guilt, but that's all the blue means, asshole. Also, mine have gold and purple but I guess you chose to ignore that. Now, if you'd kindly fuck off and let me go," Stiles seethes around his fangs.

Scott snarls, rips his hands away tearing Stiles' arms again, and storms off.

"Fffuuuck!" Stiles groans out as he slides to floor, tears streaming down his cheeks, and arms limp at his sides.

Boyd and Isaac gently pick him up and start draining his pain. They take him to the sink so Danny can start cleaning and wrapping.

"Fuck, guys I can see bone!" Danny panics, "He needs to go to Melissa!"

"Bring him to me on the field, now!" Derek demands fiercely. They can tell he is shifted and pissed off, he had just listened to and felt his mate get hurt while not being able to help. They quickly carry him out to Derek before returning to help Danny clean up the blood and get back to class.

Derek drives him to the back of the hospital where Melissa is waiting, trying to hold herself together with every fiber of her being. 

While Melissa cleans, stiches, and wraps the wounds Derek drains the pain and updates Noah.

At the station Noah had just hung up his call with Jackson letting him know the paperwork is finalized and he was clear to come home, when Derek links him about the altercation. He seethes with a burning white hot rage. He uses every ward and calming technique he knows just so he can get himself to the hospital safely.

While he is driving his phone rings, and the caller ID indicates it's the school.

"Hello Mr. Stilinski, this is Mrs. Greer calling to inform you that Stiles is skipping class. Again."

"No. He isn't. He passed out in the locker room after calling his boyfriend and I that he wasn't feeling well. His friends carried him out to his boyfriend so he could get Stiles to the hospital."

"Well, you or Stiles should have informed us before he left."

"He was unconscious! And I am more worried about why and getting him better than telling you. So you can go ahead and mark him excused, have a good day."

He seriously wishes there was a way to make cellphones make the sound of someone slamming an old landline phone back on the receiver. There was just something so satisfying about it, and it would maybe help him feel better. Maybe.

He hangs up as he walks into the room. Melissa is working on the second arm as he enters and she looks between the three of them, "I'm getting really worried about him, and my own safety," she whispers sadly.

"He is almost gone, Sourwolf. His stench is so far rotten it is all you can smell. And his eyes were halfway that sickly yellow color," Stiles says mournfully, slurring with the amount of pain drain. He then quickly looses conciousness.

"We will come home with you tonight to see what can be done to help him. I'm so sorry Melissa," Derek announces, tightening his grip on Stiles' waist. Noah comes over to help hold Stiles up.

She only nods in reply, throat tight around a lump. She finishes up fifteen minutes later, leaves, clocks back in, and continues her rounds.

"I'll stay and have her write a doctors note for him. Take him home and let him rest. You can then pick up the betas and go train, or whatever. Please take care of him, that was a lot of..," Noah sighs deeply, "everything."

Derek stands and surprises them both by hugging the worried father. "I will always take care of him. Go back to work for now. You and Stone go with Melissa, and call us for backup."

"Thank you Derek. I'll have Stiles' speed dial ready to go."

Derek squeezes his shoulder once more before turning to pick Stiles up and heading home. He is very careful with his arms, several muscles now needing to heal back to the bone correctly. Melissa stiched the best she could, but they were basically shredded. 

"Listen up everyone. His arms are in bad shape and he really won't be able to use them until the muscles heal correctly. So just be easy with him and help out when you can. We will come to help drive everyone home. I think today's training can be more conceptual and book focused."

"Yes Alpha," everyone responds subdued, very concerned for their Pack Mom.

Peter then links just to Derek, "I'm in the vault. After you left I knew you wouldn't want me alone or the teens unsupervised. So I hid close by."

"That's good Uncle Peter. Thanks. I'm going to nap with him quick. It was a lot of pain to drain. He lost so much blood. I wish I could pull emotional pain as well."

"You are doing well in how you are caring for your mate Derek. Just get some rest. You being there for him is enough."

"Thank you Uncle Peter," Derek links before passing out.

Peter smiles where he is leaned against the wall just inside the Vault door. He is just so happy that Derek trusts him after everything that has happened and still calls him Uncle. He knows it's all thanks to Stiles too; but, it warms his old heart. It feels so good to have his family back.

The rest of the school day is tense but uneventful. However, the twins are ready and willing to outright end Scott for what happened. It takes Isaac telling Ethan not to do anything because Stiles wouldn't want them to, before the matter was dropped. Peter is quite impressed with the display of loyalty to their future pack, not even current pack. Peter is also impressed with the strength of their forming mate bond. Everyone is aware of it, but know nothing can happen further until the twins are free of Deucalion.

The twins head back to the bank while the other teens head to the Stilinski house. Stiles is awake again, so when they get there they all continue to do little pain drains. That way he can remain coherent during the training.

Around dinnertime Melissa clocks out, hands Noah the made up note for Stiles (saying it was some side effect of his injuries), and together Melissa, Noah, and Stone head to the McCall home.

Stone and Noah opt to stay on the porch for now, not wanting to unnecessarily trigger him. Melissa puts her stuff down and then yells up for Scott, "Scott. Come down here. Now please. We need to talk!"

It takes him five minutes to huff and lumber his way to the couch.

"I know something is going on and you are going to tell me."

"No, I'm not. You don't need to know, and I don't want you to know."

"Scott Alejandro McCall! I am your mother and you will not speak to me in such a manner. Now, I know something has happened. Your attitude has changed so much and don't think I'm too stupid to notice you don't need your inhaler anymore."

"Ugh, fine. But just remember I didn't want to tell you!" Scott proceeds to weave a very one-sided opinionated version of events, spinning the Hales as evil outsiders. How they turned his girlfriend and best friend against him. Even making Stiles a 'wolf taking innocent lives.

"How did he steal Allison and Stiles?" Melissa sighs horrified by her son's opinions.

"He must have told Allison that he bit her mom by accident, but even if I couldn't control my shift I still didn't bite anyone. So, it is still his fault she killed herself. And Stiles says I only care about Allison and hates the plan that worked, saying I raped Derek. He is just being brainwashed!"

"It sounds like you did rape Derek, and Stiles' reasons sound valid. I, I think you should consider moving to DC to live with your father, and find a pack there."

"WHAT!!" Scott growls while shifting. "What is wrong with you!? I'm the only sane one here who can keep my town safe! Why are you siding with them! I...this....grrr.." he shouted louder and louder until he stopped talking and the violent growling takes over. He stands there heaving breaths, growling and shaking a his head to try and clear it.

Outside Noah called Stiles as soon as Scott started shouting. Then he and Stone move in as Scott lunges at Melissa. Noah leaps in the way taking the bite to the shoulder as Stone rushes over to pull Melissa away and guard her, gun out just in case.

Noah throws Scott away, but he comes right back aiming for Noah's throat. Noah is able to hold him off a few times, but, then Scott's last shred of humanity frays and he lunges too fast.

All Noah has time to do is grab his night stick and swing hard. It lands with a sickening crack to Scott's jaw, dropping him to the floor unconscious and blood dripping from his mouth.

"Melissa...are you...okay?" Noah gets out breathlessly.

"No; but, I'm not hurt," she sobs, "let me wrap your wounds. I'll...I'll be right back," Melissa cries as she's runs to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit.

Derek and Stiles arrive as she finishes up. Stiles starts to shake at the sight of his once brother; Derek holds him tight and rubs comforting circles into his back. Stiles kneels and Derek helps place his hands on Scott's chest to examine him magically with Nemie's help.

"He..he went feral. But, but his wolf was sick, um, corrupted, before that. Deaton must have done something to him. He never wanted this, never wanted to be a 'wolf. And now the only way to save him is to remove his wolf," he expresses heavily, tears falling.

The four others look at eachother before nodding in agreement. So, Stiles uses his magic to pull the wolf from his chest and sends it back to the earth for the Nemeton to bury and grieve over. He then heals Scott's jaw and concussion.

He starts swaying as Scott shoots awake with a gasp, "Stiles?" He Looks around and sees the other four, "um, what happened?"

He begins to wheeze and realizes his senses have dulled. Then he registers a sort of absense in his chest. Stiles places his hand there to heal the asthma.

"Sorry Scott; but, what is the last thing you remember?"

Scott furrows his brows and answers,"We were at the school to call the Alpha and Derek died and..oh...I mean Derek tried to kill us after killing all those people," he says glaring at Derek.

"Nice try Scott. But we know the truth now. Also, I could arrest you for perjury and obstruction of justice, for you trying to pin everything on Derek. Lastly, that was almost 6 months ago now," Noah states nonchalantly.

"What!? No!?" Scott yells dumbfounded.

"Scott, Deaton was an evil Darach who spelled your wolf to do his bidding. I guess in doing so he repressed your mind from retaining memories since then. I'm sorry; but, you've done some really horrible things since then. And then went feral. You almost killed your mom. I looked at your wolf and...it was so sick Scott. I, I had to remove it. You are human again."

Scott's eyes widen and he looks to Melissa.

"lt's the truth Scott. You have been acting very unlike you and getting worse. Even...even turning your back on Stiles more than once, hurting him physically and emotionlly."

"We will catch you up on what happened since then, but um...you really aren't going to like it," Stiles sighs.

He then begins to fill Scott in on everything that has happened since that night. They watch his disgust and horror build further and further until they make it to now.

Scott is crying and trembling, "I'm so sorry. He even told me that I was the only friend you needed and told me to push away the others! I'm so stupid. And I can't, I fucking raped you Derek. That...I...shit! Im sorry!" he sobs.

Stiles takes a deep breath, tears forming before he says calmly, "Scott, now that we know Deaton influenced you from the very start and then corrupted and influenced you as a 'wolf...I wouldn't be shocked if he somehow had a hand in you being bit to start with," he is interrupted with a whispered 'yes' from Nemie, "Okay, Nemie said yes. So, this really was all Deaton You were not in control, so we can't blame you. Just like we don't blame Peter or Jackson. Come on, I think there are a few others who will want to hear this and a few that need to hear it. Then we can welcome you two into the pack, if you want."

Scott is skeptical but sees Noah and Derek nodding. He looks back to Stiles and nods, hugging him tightly. Stiles is upset that he can't move his arms to hug back.

"Is..is there no way for me to be a 'wolf again? I feel like I never got the chance to accept it...and it really wasn't all that bad," Scott sniffles. Stiles looks away sadly and shakes his head. Scott sighs, "Okay. Then let's go."

"I have to get home for dinner or Calanthe is going to kill me," Stone states holstering his gun and checking his watch and grimacing.

"You did well. Tell them all we say hi," Derek chuckles.

Melissa rides in the cruiser with Noah while Scott climbs into the middle of the truck bench seat subdued and despondent. He leans against Stiles for comfort but withdrawls at the hiss of pain Stiles releases.

"Right. Sorry," he mumbles depressed.

Stiles goes to take Scott's hand to drain some of his turmoil, "Stiles. Don't. You have too much going on already, and we need you conscious for this discussion," Derek warns gently.

Stiles sighs but nods, "Alright." So, instead he just holds Scott's hand and squeezes a hard as he can right now. Derek pats Scott's knee in support.

They take this times to explain Peter's situation, remorse, and pack role. Derek and Stiles are not surprised to see Parrish's cruiser parked on the street when they get home.

All the weres' start to growl as the five get out of their vehicles, and keep growling until they are all standing in the living room archway.

Scott's head is hanging and he is hugging himself. Stiles growls louder than any of them expected him to be capable of, "Enough!" It may not have been an actual Alpha Command but everyone stops.

"Now, quiet while I explain," Stiles waits for all to nod before recounting what just happened, and what they learned. "So, his situation was a mix between Peter's and Jackson's." To everyone's surprise Boyd is the first to come over and hug him, followed by Erica, Issac, Peter (hesitantly), Lydia, Danny, and then Chris.

Allison is sitting stock still, tears falling, and soft trembles wracking her body.

"Allison? "Scott asks mournfully, "Allison I'm sorry. I..." he chokes off on a sob.

Allison sobs once as she launches off the couch and tackles him to the ground. They both lay there crying together, the others moving to the kitchen to give them space.

Noah and Stiles make dinner (well, more Stiles instructing than helping) while the two teens reconnect. Even Deaton's interference couldn't block a mate bond.

Allison tells Scott about her and her dad choosing to take the bite, which makes Scott even more upset about not being a 'wolf anymore.

After dinner Scott apologizes again before he and Melissa join the pack. The wards immediately appear on their hips and hearts. Then they hit the books for pack relation studies, pack dynamics, more magic for the three magic users, and police procedures.

"Oh, Derek your old Chief was angry at first until I explained what happened. He sends his best and hopes you do well. You start next week," Noah informs him.

"Thanks Noah, I figured they would be after I left without a word," Derek mutters scratching his neck.

After an hour Stiles' head hits Derek's shoulder and startles him. They were all extremely focused on their lessons. He looks down at Stiles and sees his mate asleep.

"Alright everyone. That's good for today. Go home and get some rest so you can continue to be on alert."

"Yes Alpha," they respond. Allison goes with Scott leaving Chris, Peter, Noah, and Isaac with Stiles and Derek.

They fall into a routine over the next week of school, learning, and training. Stiles taking it easy and slow as his arms heal. Danny finds a way to give Stiles small healing boosts, so that Stiles doesn't have to expend any more energy than absolutly necessary. The boosts heal the torture wounds completely and help heal his arms about two thirds of the way. Another week like this and he should be good as new. Danny even finds one to help heal the branding scar to not be as prominent, unfortunately not get rid of them altogether but Stiles takes what he can get.

Sat. May 14th

The end of the week has them all gathered at the Stilinski house for movie night when they hear a knock on the door.

Noah rushes to open the door, knowing exactly who it is; he can sense his pack's confusion. They smell who it is, but that's impossible. Right?

Noah escorts the guest into the living room and everyone looks shocked.

"Jackson?!" Danny asks worried, confused, and excited.

"Hey, I couldn't stay in London. Noah helped me get emancipated so I could legally come home. I, I needed to come back," he states looking shy then whispers, "for you."

Danny gets up, walks to Jackson, and embraces him tightly. "I'm really happy you are back," Danny murmurs.

Jackson nods from his hiding spot in Danny's neck, where his face went immediately once they were hugging. Everyone but Lydia look surprised at their intimacy, especially since they watch as Jackson's tension melts away at the contact.

Parrish hugs Lydia a little closer in support, since they started forming their own mate bond they shared their back stories with eachother.

Jackson pulls away, spots Lydia with Parrish and then he spots Scott curled tightly in on himself next to Allison. He can tell something is different. Jackson clears his throat, "Can I, can I have a word with Lydia and Danny real quick?"

"Ya, Jackson. Go to my Dad's office. It's warded for privacy," Stiles answers.

"Thanks Stiles," Jackson responds, "I'm..I'm glad to see you are doing better than last time I saw you," he looks away guiltily.

"Thanks Jacks. But you know none of those were from you, right? It was all Gerard. Literally. By his hands."

"Oh, Uh, I...I didn't know that," he sighs relieved, "Thanks."

"No problem, go ahead and talk. They can catch you up on what you've missed too. We'll be here when you are done."

Jackson nods and follows the other two to the office. "First I wanted to start by apologizing for the lying I had been doing to both of you. Secondly, I want to say that I loved you Lydia and thank you for saving me from myself. But I," he groans and hides his face, "I'm bisexual and realize my friendship with Danny was always more than just friends. But, I ignored it. My parents couldn't have a gay son. So, I did use you at first, but I grew to love you. It just, I don't know that it ever would have been the same. I have the beginnings of a mate bond with Danny. I'm so sorry Lydia," he starts to cry and they hug him.

"Jackson it's fine. Really. I loved you too and I'm glad we had our run. But, I've started my own mate bond with Jordan. You and Danny will be good for eachother," Lydia responds gently.

"Jackson, I. I know the only way for the bond to start is if both parties feel the same. I. I'm so happy," Danny chokes out.

"I thought it was just a friendship bond, but about a months ago it surged and changed and, and it was pulling me back. So, I asked my Alpha and they explained mates to me. Noah, was my next call. Then I just had to wait for the all clear and have my Alpha release me from the pack so I could come home. So, what happened a month ago?"

Lydia and Danny tag team the events for the last month, including the newest development that Scott was also a puppet, and human once more.

"Shit. Really?" They nod. "Damn. And..Danny you, you're a mage?"

Danny nods, flashes his eyes, and makes an orb of swirling purple magic.

"Wow.. that..you are amazing," Jackson sighs.

"Oookay. Mushy means I'm out. Come talk to Derek so you can join the pack," Lydia exclaims as she stands and walks out. 

After a few mintues of making out the boys follow hand in hand and explain that they are mates. Jackson joins the pack, wards appearing immediatly, and they add Jackson to their training routine. They forgot to mention the full shifting and mind link to Jackson, which causes a minor panic attack when he discovers the abilities during a sparing session with Boyd. They also discover he still has access to his Kanima abilities and help him learn to control those as well. Isaac tries not to hold the incident against him..too much.

Peter even pulls him aside to discuss the memories that returned after his death, how he is Jackson's biological father. They hug it out and discuss how to tell the pack and move forward.

Another week goes by as the full moon approaches. The whole pack sees the mate pairing developing, naturally this time, between Allison and Scott; and, they feel Scott's regret and longing flooding the pack bonds.

"Scottie. Talk to me," Stiles approaches when it gets too bad.

"I really really want to be a 'wolf again. I..I actually miss it," he whispers, "for Allison, for us," he looks down, "But it's impossible now."

"Oh Scott," Stiles hugs him as Scott crys.

Stiles nudges the Nemeton, "Is there really nothing I can do to help him?"

"There is, my Spark. He can't be a 'wolf, but as you know, there are other creatures that he can be. Bring him on the full moon I'll help."

"Thank you Nemie."

"Nemie says if we go to them on the full moon, There is something they can do to help," Stiles nudges his brother (because yes, he did get his brother back) to look at him.

"Really?" Scott sniffles, wiping his eyes.

"Really," Stiles consoles and comforts Scott.

Tues. May 17th

The night of the full moon the pack heads to the Nemeton together and spread out in a circle around it. Everyone but Stiles and Scott hold hands around the tree.

Scott and Stiles step up, kneel on the ground, cut their hands, and then place them on the trunk.

The tree sends a surge of cleansing power through Scott to rid him of every last bit of corruption from the whole Werewolf/Darach debacle. Scott slumps forward and the tree sends another burst into him, filling him with the werecreature he should have been. One that fits him better. Nemie updates Scott's wards and runes before he collapses breaking his connection.

"He is a 'bobcat now, like he always should have been. Take care my Spark."

"Thank you Nemie. We are going to set the territory wards up this weekend," Stiles informs with a bow before swaying and dropping his connection to keep from passing out. 

Derek comes over and picks him up. "He is a 'bobcat. Nemie said it's what he was meant to be from the start. Can you wake him and see if he can shift?" Stiles tiredly asks.

Derek hands Stiles to Noah and kneels beside Scott. "Scott!" He roars.

 Scott jumps up to his hands and knees eyes glowing a brighter pale neon yellow-green citrine (just like the stone) as his new beta shift starts to take over. His updated wards flare to help his control.

"Scott?" Derek probes cautiously. Scott's eyes snap to Derek's red glowing eyes. "Do you accept me as your Alpha?"

Scott nods, bares his throat, and lisps, "I still accept you Alpha Hale."

Derek bites him to reestablish the bond, "Now, full shift."

Scott arches forward and completes the shift to a large grayish tan spotted bobcat. Derek smiles toothily and shifts too. He turns to the rest of the pack and those who can, drop to their full shift also. Cerberus surprising everyone with is shift to a dark shadow/smoke hound, flames coming out of his mouth as he cackles menacingly. 

They all run back to the Stilinski house, Lydia riding on Jordan's back and Danny on Jackson. Lydia being the only one able to touch Jordan in this form.

Over at the Bank the Alphas are pacing and getting angry. "Deucalion we've done enough waiting. Morrell and Blake both left, Deaton is useless now, and we have no idea who is in his pack. There are always so many people in that house, but no one besides the Hales smell like 'wolf. We need to force their hands," Kali fumes as her toe claws click on the floor.

"We'll make our move tomorrow," Deuc answers darkly.

Back at the Stilinski house they all pile together in the living room to sleep and strengthen the bonds.

"You, Mieczysław, are absolutly amazing. What our history could have been if Uncle Peter had bitten you that night. Or, if I had ignored Scott's threat and followed my instincts to make you my first beta," Derek muses.

"I know some drama and trauma could have been avoided, but it would have created different drama. I think everything happened this way for a reason, other than Deaton's interferencs. And I, I wouldn't change how it happened. Honestly. I needed the push to mature and change. And you needed to see what loyal friendship was like, so you could accept me as your friend and mate. I like how this played out."

Derek nods, rubbing his beard against Stiles' hair. He likes the length Stiles has grown it out to over the last 6 months, it suits him better than the buzz cut.

They drift off to sleep snuggling close and tight. Wednesday is only eventful in the way of helping Scott adjust to and accept his new bobcat.

Thurs. May 19th

The next morning Peter and Jordon are the firsts to wake; so, they get breakfast made for everyone.

"Alright, teens off to school. Noah, Jordon, and Mel off to work. Chris you'll call Stone and have him come get you so you two can patrol the school today. Peter, you and I are going to stay here for now," Derek orders.

"Yes Alpha," they all respond in unison. After everyone but Chris leave for their tasks, Peter asks Derek, "So what are we doing today?"

"Well, in the journal Stiles was reading the other night his mom mentioned some helpful plants she had in the garden. So, we are going to check on them and do some other yard work and house maintenance. I've noticed some things that need to get done and, well, we are capable of doing them. Lastly, the garage emailed this morning. The jeep is done and I wanted to bring it home to surprise Stiles."

"Very good," Peter nods, "I'll get changed. Go ahead."

Chris gets comfy at the dining table while Derek heads out the side door into the Garden. Peter rushes upstairs to change into work clothes quickly. Derek walks to the far corner of the garden and kneels down to get started on weeding and pruning.

Peter opens the side door and watches in horror as Kali super speeds to Derek and plunges an iron pipe through his back and into the ground below him, pinning him in place on his knees.

Derek roars in pain.

Peter links out in a wrecked scream, "Derek!"

"Stay!" Derek roars into the link. He doesn't want him to leave the safety of the warded house while the enemy is present.

At school Stiles sits bolt upright with a gasping breath and bolts from the classroom, ignoring the teachers. As he hits the lacrosse fields he can't take a the residual pain and drops to his knees and releases a vixen scream. He takes three deep breaths and then pushes himself up and forces his feet to move to get him to his mate.

"Noah, Derek...Derek has been impaled! Get Melissa or someone. Oh Gods," Peter stammers to Noah. Chris is doing his best to comfort him.

"Stay in the house until the threat is gone. I'm on my way."

Back in the Garden, Kali and Ennis are pacing as Deucalion stands next to Derek.

"What do you want!?" Derek wheezes through his clenched teeth.

"I want to help you find pure power and freedom. Join us and give us your territory. We can rule this territory better and stronger as a pack of Alphas. All you have to do is kill your measly betas."

"And if I refuse?" Derek grits and coughs out.

"We kill you all and take the land anyway. We'll give you 48 hours to think about our offer. Meet us at the old abandoned mall with your decision," Deuc states evenly before turning. Ennis and Kali both taking an arm and then walking away, leaving Derek pinned and bleeding profusely.

As soon as they are out of range Peter and Chris burst out to help Derek. They get the pipe out of the ground as Stiles comes racing into the yard. He is a sobbing mess and uses magic to dissolve the pipe, clean the wound, and kick start Derek's healing. He helps it heal enough to not be a hole before he has to stop. He quickly expands his Mom's wards to protect the whole property, it pushes him too far, but he fights to stay conscious. His mate needs him.

Stone pulls up the same time as Noah and they hurry to carry Derek and Stiles to bed. They bandage Derek's wounds and tuck them in. Peter is still shaking.

"Peter, Darling. Come here," Noah says as he pulls Peter in tight. Chris joins the hug from the other side, making a Peter sandwhich.

"He'll be fine, now. I know that was traumatic, but you can get your revenge in 48 hours," Chris whispers into Peter's ear. 

That helps Peter enough for him to release a shaky breath and nod. "Thanks Loves. Now, Chris you go with Stone. Noah, mind giving me a lift to the garage before you head back in?" Peter sniffles.

"Sure," Noah smiles and gently kisses both. Peter texts everyone else what happened and to get Stiles' homework. His mind too scrambled to try to use the link anymore today.

Noah calls the school to inform them Stiles is excused because he had a serious panic attack, and that once Stiles gets some rest he'll try to find out what triggered it.

Peter gets back from the garage, climbs into the bed behind Derek, and holds him tight, whimpering. As much as he had wished death on his nephew, and maybe even at his hands to get the spark back; it's different now. He hated seeing his only family member almost die. His next session with the therapist will be an emotional one.

Stiles and Derek both groan awake as school is letting out. Derek squeezes Peter's hand, because he is now whimpering in his sleep. Peter jolts awake.

"I'm fi..I'll be okay Uncle Peter. I'm still alive. I'm so sorry you had to witness that."

Peter let's out a choked off sob and squeezes tighter. Stiles takes his hand from Derek and starts to pull Peter's trauma.

"Stiles," Derek warns.

"I'm fine Sourwolf. Let me help him. But maybe...maybe today we forego training and just pack pile in the living room and watch movies. Eat jun...I mean comfort food? Please."

"That sounds like a good idea. I don't have much energy right now anyway. But I'll need more than just snacks, this is taking a lot out of me."

Stiles smiles, "Alright, I know the comfort dish I'd like to make for myself. Gołabki and peirogis. But what a about yourself? or Peter?"

"Chicken Parmesan?" Derek asks shyly, the last time he had chicken parmesan was before Paige. His dad made the best.

Peter smiles softly and whispers, "I'll double that vote."

"May need to get a few things brought over. Let me a go check," Stiles gently gets out of the bed and scents the other two. He goes down and makes a list of what they need and sends it off to Chris, letting him know the plan. Chris responds with a thumbs up.

Stiles heads back up, "I have enough to get both started while we wait for Chris. Let's get Derek downstairs."

Peter agrees and they both gently assist Derek down to the couch. Peter then joins Stiles in the kitchen to start the dishes. It's crammed and a juggle to get them done; so, Peter makes a mental note for a big kitchen in the new packhouse.

At the school Chris gathers all the teens and heads to the store, "Alright, I have a list for Stiles, but we are doing movie and comfort food night. So, go pick out snacks, candy, and drinks for everyone. I have Peter's card, but...don't go super crazy."

The teens all salute and runaway. They get back to the house and Stiles opens the door for them, only to stop and stare at Roscoe. 

Stiles heads right back to Peter and a glomps onto his side sobbing, "Thank you!" Then he is off to NOT tackle Derek. He settles on Derek's lap and hides in his neck, "Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you so much."

"You are very welcome. And I love you too. Now go, finish making dinner for everyone," Derek kisses his head and gently pushes him back to his feet. Stiles nods, wipes his eyes, and heads back to the kitchen.

"We brought the truck and all your stuff home too," Scott tells him as they unload the groceries.

"Thanks Scotty," Stiles states as he gets back to work. The teens then set the table and living room up for the rest of the night. Danny doing healing boosts on Derek and Stiles as dinner is baking/frying.

Noah and Jordan arrive as dinner is being put on the table. They help Derek to the table and eat. While they eat Derek tells them about earlier and how they will all go to the Mall as a pack to fight the Alphas. They plan to trap the twins in ash as quickly a possible, all who can carry it will have plenty on hand. They will also have their weapons armed and ready too. "Just, be careful and try to kill them quickly."

"Yes Alpha!"

Melissa arrives with a guest as they clear the table. Stiles helps Derek greet them at the door as Peter and Noah get their plates on the table.

"Hey Derek, this is Dr. Morrissey FitzPatrick. Morrissey this is Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski," Melissa explains tiredly, "We've been talking since he started a couple days ago," she smiles happily and fondly through her exhaustion.

"It's nice to meet you Dr. FitzPatrick," Derek states as he sticks out his hand. He narrows his eyes as the man's scent hits his nose fully.

"Morrissey is fine Alpha Hale. I've been trying to get in touch with you about seeking permission to reside in your territory. I felt drawn here and have become quite fond of Melissa. I'd rather not get off on the wrong foot by breaking protocol. I'm a water elf," Morrissey explains before flashing his turquoise sea grass eyes. The whites become black, which makes the turquoise stand out beautifully. It makes them look like glowing orbs of sea glass in the deep ocean.

Melissa is starring in shock, but the teens all scrunch their noses at the very strong smell of arousal. Derek sees Morrissey's nose flare and his hand twitch the tiniest bit in response to the arousal. 'Interesting.'

"You have no ill intent?" Derek doesn't let go of the man's hand.

 "No Alpha. I come in peace and desire to live under a strong thriving Nemeton."

"What about joining the pack? Melissa and her son, Scott, are both pack." 

"I'd like to get to know you all before I join."

"Fair enough. Go enjoy your dinner and then join our pack pile movie marathon. It's been a rough day and we all need the snuggles and wind down."

"Yes, Melissa told me, sort of. Would you like us to look at your wound first?"

Derek looks to Stiles who shrugs, "Wouldn't hurt," he links.

"Okay, ya that would be great. Thanks."

Stiles leads him to the couch and helps ease off his shirt. Morrissey carefully removes the dressings while Chris gets the trauma kit, because first aid kits weren't cutting it any more. They clean and recover both sides.

"The healing looks great," Morrissey states removing his plastic gloves and gathering the trash.

"Thanks again. Now go eat and then join us."

They get everything qued and ready to go once the medical persons are done. Derek quickly explains about Saturday and then they start the marathon. Melissa and Morrissey are the first to nod off, followed by Jordan, Lydia, and Noah. Everyone else drops off slowly.

Fri. May 20th

Peter, Noah, and Chris are first up and get breakfast going. The smell wakes up and draws the rest of the pack.

"Chris you go with Noah, Uncle Peter and I will hang out in the vault for today," Derek says stifling a yawn.

"Actually," Noah starts, "today is your first shift. Remember?"

Derek blinks,"Oh. Right, yes. Okay Chris and Peter will hang out in the vault then." They nod in agreement.

"I would like to assess your wound first," Morrissey says filled with concern, "Actually, I'll just heal it for you so you can start gathering your strength for the fight tomorrow. I know your Spark and Mage could help; but, they will need their energy and strength as well. Melissa and I will prepare a room at the hospital for injuries tomorrow."

"That sounds like a plan. So, you have healing magic?" Derek inquires.

Morrissey nods, "Among my water and nature magic."

Derek nods again. They finish eating and Morrissey leads Derek to the couch where he removes Derek's shirt. Morrissey carefully removes the guaze from both sides and sees the wound is almost done remaking the muscle. He takes a deep breath then places his hands over both wounds.

As his focus and magic seep into Derek his glamour starts to fail. The pack gape at his Elvan form. He has pale grayish-blue skin with spots of iridescenct scales, white superfine tentacle hair (like the lions mane jellyfish) so long it reaches his butt. His ears are tri-spiked fins and his nails sharpen to claws as his hands and feet web.

The weres' smell Melissa's surprise and arousal once more. Scott gags. Stiles smacks him on the back of the head, making Scott huff.

Derek is gritting his teeth and Morrissey is breathing heavy while the weres' all cover their ears. The unholy noise the wound is making as it heals is making them all cringe.

Fifteen minutes later Morrissey slumps back and Derek relaxes back into the couch.

"Thank You," Derek huffs.

"You're welcome," Morrissey sighs, "Can I borrow your shower quick? I need to recharge."

"Absolutly. Both of you follow me. Derek, I have your uniforms hanging in Stiles' room," Noah states.

Derek nods and sends his appreciation through the pack bond. Stiles runs to Morrissey and hesitates, but Morrissey laughs and pulls him in for a hug.

"Thank you," he whispers.

"You are welcome young Spark. Your mate is very strong."

Stiles pulls away nodding then lobs onto Derek crying happy tears. Derek pulls him in tight then kisses him gently.

"Now, go before you guys are late," Derek nudges his mate towards the door.

The teens, Chris, and Peter all leave.

Melissa waits for Morrissey to recharge in the shower. He comes back with his glamour back up, looking like the Irish actor Aiden Turner. His hair is shoulder length with soft salt and peppering throughout, as well as through his stubbled beard. His eyes are a mix of gunmetal blue and steel blue around the pupil that fades to a cornflour blue with flecks of jade green and gold.

He smirks at Melissa, showing a little fang, since he kept his super defined sharp canines in this form. "See something you like?" he teases.

Melissa audibly gulps, "Now and earlier too," she answers, smirking as she sees Morrissey's shocked pause and blush.

It's Morrissey's turn to gulp, "Shall we?"

Melissa nods and they leave, followed by Derek and Noah. Derek is greeted with apologizes. Most of the deputies know the Hales from before the fire, or met him and Laura the day of the fire. They all feel bad for arresting him falsely, twice.

He has a pretty good first day, but is very grateful for being healed as he can feel his strength returning much faster. 

As soon as Stiles and Peter walk through the door they head to the kitchen to start on a protein and carb heavy dinner while the other teens head to the living room to get their homework done and out of the way.

Stiles joins once dinner is in the stove. Noah, Derek, Jordan, Tara, and the Stone family walk in as Peter and Chris put dinner on the table. Noah and Jordan help set it as the teens file in to find a spot somewhere. Peter makes another mental note to have a massive dinning table in the new packhouse.

The pack eats and goes over the plan again, gather their weapons, and the magic-users go over notebooks and spell books to see if they can add anything new. Lydia discovers her scream and the concept of aiming it, and how Stiles could use his spark to bend it. Lastly everyone goes home to get a long restful sleep. Tara goes with Scott because Melissa is working late.

Sat. May 20th

Derek, Stiles, Noah, and Peter get up before the sun has risen in order to get the territory wards set up. They watch the sunrise and work well into the morning. Stiles finishes with an hour to head home and eat before they gather to leave for the mall.

Noah ends up leaving the preserve and heading right to work with Stone and Tara. Melissa and Morrissey don't work until later but sneak into the back room they set up yesterday.

Stiles grabs some of the herbs from his mom's garden to make the energy and magic rejuvenation tea recipe he found last night.

The rest of the pack shows up and eats together.

The rooms is silent as everyone prepares mentally. They gather their weapons and supplies, text the members that aren't present, and head to the mall.

They stop outside of werewolf range so Stiles can activate and reinforce everyone but Peter's and Derek's blocking wards, Nemie assists. They block the packs smells, heartbeats, and muffle their footsteps and breathing. Basically making them invisible until the Alphas lay eyes on them.

They continue to the parking garage and upon seeing it's decrepit state, they decide to just park outside of it and gently works their way into the mall on foot.

They break off into pairs to search the mall carefully and get an idea of escape routes or attack points. The pairs are Derek and Jordan, Peter and Stiles, Chris and Lydia, Boyd and Isaac, Erica and Allison, and then the group of three: Danny, Scott, and Jackson.

"First floor clear here," Derek links recieving the same responses from everyone. "Proceed up to second cautiously, they seem spread out, but they must have some kind of blockers too. I can't pinpoint them."

"Don't beat yourself up Derek. I can't either," Peter soothes.

"I'm sensing old druid magic and new ash and mistletoe. One will likely be sick or weak from handling it," Stiles provides.

The groups send their affirmatives and continue to push upward into the mall.

About halfway through the sweep Stiles and Peter come to the room with the ash and mistletoe scent. It is heavy with the smell of a feral wolf.

"I..I recognize that one 'wolf's scent," Peter whispers.

"I smell the twins too. One smells sick and one upset," Stiles whispers back.

"We found something and the twins. We are going to check it out. Push forward and get to those assholes," Peter links.

Inside the room Aiden had started growling at the presences and voices outside, too on alert about keeping Ethan safe while vulnerable.

It sets the feral one off and Aiden throws the fire into the trap circle like he was commanded, then being free of commands for now, he takes up a spot next to his twin.

The feral wolf starts to scream, so Stiles silences the room to the others. He and Peter rush in. Stiles throws the ash around the twins and watches their demeanor relax once they recognize him and feel safe.

He quickly uses his magic to heal Ethan then turns to Peter, who is standing in shocked horror.

"Peter," Stiles commands snapping him out of his trance.

Peter snaps his eyes to Stiles, "Its Cora!" He croaks before throwing himself through the barrior with a roar. He breaks it, catches himself on fire, again, and both Hales collapse to the floor.

"Peter! You dumb fuck! I would have helped!" Stiles screams at the unconscious madman as he puts out the fire then heals their burns. The twins huff out short laughs at Stiles' 'tact', very entertained despite the situation. 

"Careful, they've broken and brainwashed her, kept her feral, and made Ethan inject her with mistletoe," Aiden supplies.

"Thanks Aiden," Stiles states before dropping to his knees and closing his eyes. "Nemie I could really use your help here. The twins need their Alpha Spark removed, I need to make sure Ethan is actually okay now, Peter needs to wake up, I need to reverse the Alphas' affects on Cora, and I need to remove the mistletoe from her."

He feels a surge of power and begins to glow white, almost as if another being is overlapping his own. If one looked closely enough they would see the beings face in the glow above Stiles' head. When he opens his eyes again they are glowing solid white.

He looks to the twins, "Are you prepared to part with your Alpha Spark," Stiles and Nemie echo together.

The twins gulp in awe and at the power they feel coming off their friend, "Yes, Guardian and Nemeta," they answer in unison.

Stiles walks forward and has them scoot to the barrier's edge. He places his hands on their chests through the barrier with ease and pulls the split spark out. The vines on the ceiling then catch and absorbs it, sending it back to the earth.

Stiles sends more magic into Ethan before the twins slump to the ground to wait.

Stiles turns and lays his hands on Cora next and pushes his magic into her, reverting her mind to before the Alphas captured her. She wakes with gasp but doubles over as Stiles then uses his magic to forces all the mistletoe into her stomach and then out through her mouth. After a minute of throwing up black goo she collapses. Stiles catches her and lays her down gently by the twins, surrounding her in ash once more.

He moves back to Peter and slaps his head making the 'wolf jump up fully aware, roaring at the influx of power: His wolf accepting the now True Alpha Spark, eyes blazing red once more.

As he stops his roar the glow fades from Stiles with Nemie whispering, "I told you there were meant to be two Hale Alphas." Stiles slumps and sways heavily. Peter quickly catches him.

"Well, Peter, your dumb move just earned you True Alpha status. Did you forget I had magic?" Stiles slurs out slowly and angrily.

"I...maybe," Peter blushes.

Stiles taps his cheek exasperated, "I healed both of you and removed the twins Alpha Spark. Cora is no longer poisoned, burned, or brainwashed. I have her in an ash circle again for safety. We need to go help the others."

Peter sighs but knows Stiles is right. He picks the teen up and leaves with one last glance to the three 'wolves on the floor, eyes lingering on Cora. Aiden nods to him, grateful and mouths "we will watch her."

Peter nods and leaves the room linking, "We handled it. On our way."

Meanwhile, Derek had heard the scream for a split second sounding like the building creaking. However, he had to stop at the sheer amount of horror coming from Peter through the bond. It took everything in him to not run back and help, to trust his mate and Uncle to handle it. He had to pause again at the influx of shared power from Nemie.

He pushed foward with the power buzzing under his skin. He felt Peter's bond shift and gain power for both of them. Then he feels Stiles' exhaustion with Nemies connection shimmering out. But the buzzing under his skin remained.

"All clear push forward," He issued as the others sent in their own status report. As Derek and Jordan approach the open air balcony of the third floor he spots the Alphas. "Found them. follow the pack bond to me. Quietly."

He waits for the response's to come back, even hearing Peter's, so he repeats it to Peter; since he had not been talking to them in the link hoping to not distract them.

"Alpha Derek Hale, you're late. We were about to come hunt down you and your pack. Though this one here is curious. I bet you or him don't even know his full potential," Deuc drawls out in his uppity British accent.

"Cerberus. Don't. Let him underestimate us," Derek links with a snarl. "I'm not sure what you are talking about. He's a bit of a pyro; so, we let him burn something in a controlled setting everyday to satisfy him," Derek smoothly half lies.

"Oh? That is a shock. Well he could be useful to us. I'm guessing your answer is still No?" Deuc says ogling Jordan in such a sinister manner that even Cerberus bristles with discomfort.

Derek senses his packmates arrive and surround the Alphas in a circle formation, sticking to the shadows for the time being.

"How's Stiles?" He links Peter.

"Exhausted."

He starts sending Stiles the buzzing energy through their mate bond getting through two thirds of it before Stiles links, "Holy shit, that's enough! Thanks Sourwolf!"

Derek zones back into Deuc's monolouge, "Did I miss anything?" he links Jordan who responds with the equivelent of an eye roll. He waits for Deuc to finish.

"I will not be killing any of my betas or pack. So, shall we get this over with?" Derek growls.

"So eager to perish," Deuc starts but is cut off when Kali and Ennis growl. They are growling because they realize they are surrounded. Kali clocks Stiles as a supposed weak link, and Ennis clocks Allison.

"Try to just disable. Nemie says their sparks are too corrupt to take; so, Lydia, Danny, Jordan, or I need to be the ones to finish them. Nemie will take the sparks and return them to the earth like they did with the twins'," Stiles quickly instructs.

"Try to save magic for last resort. Please. You already used so much," Derek pleads in their mate link.

"I will try."

Then all hell breaks loose. Kali and Ennis launch at their targets as Lydia surrounds Deucalion in ash and Danny uses his magic to rid Deuc of his walking cane. Deuc roars at being ignored in favor of the rest attacking and helping their mates.

Kali had gotten in a swipe down Stiles' chest before Derek tackled her, but Ennis never even made it to Allison before he was tackled and mauled by a protective and seething full shifted Papa kodiak bear.

"I want to try our idea Stiles, bend my scream at Deuc!" Lydia screams into the link.

Stiles rolls over and throws his hands out and concentrates on Lydia's scream: a horrendous, earsplitting, brain-melting scream. 

Deuc roars and clasps his hands over his ears as they begin to bleed. Then his eyes, nose, and mouth do too, before his eyes roll back and he collapses.

Lydia and Stiles are both panting at the effort. Jordan gives Lydia the proudest look he can before focusing back on the fight and helping where possible.

Peter, Derek, Scott, and Jackson are fighting Kali; and, Jackson concentrates on whipping out his kanima tail. He paralyzes Kali and they all fall on their butts breathing heavy. Meanwhile; Boyd pulls Chris off Ennis before he goes too far, and Allison shoots Ennis' kneecaps with ash bullets.

Danny then immobilizes both completly with ash circles. The mall is filled with pained, angry roars and panting breaths. 

Jordan allows Cerberus to take full control as his appearance shifts in front of Kali. Her eyes widen and the veins in her temple and neck pop out as she struggles to move away. It's no use. Stiles breaks her circle and Cerberus drags her to Ennis, has Danny break the ring, throws her on top of Ennis, has Danny close the ring, then looks to Stiles.

"Contain my hellfire to the rings...please"

Stiles nods and does a quick spell to ensure the fire is contained within the ash rings. "You are good," he slurs.

Then Cerberus bursts into flames and sends fireballs at the three Alphas. The Screams and scent sends away all but Lydia and Stiles, since Stiles doesn't really have a choice because Nemie needs him there to direct the vines but also he is exhausted...again.

The rest of the pack decide to venture down to the twins and mystery 'wolf.

"Derek, there are a few things you need to know before we get there," Peter fidgets, which is very uncharacteristic for him.

"Uncle Peter?" Derek asks with cafeful curiosity.

Peter takes a deep breath and flashes his eyes; Derek's breath hitches as his flash back.

"I knew it! How?"

"Well, we aren't the only Hales left and I wasn't about a to watch her burn...I..I'm a True Alpha."

Derek smiles brightly and hugs Peter, "Uncle Peter, I know you are worried about reverting to before; but, you are not alone this time. You are sane, have Two mates and a whole pack to help you, and the Nemeton's approval. You deserve this Uncle Peter."

Peter chokes out a single sob, "Thank you Derek."

"Now, who is the other Ha.." Derek starts to ask as they enter the room and sees the three wolves sitting up and shaking, "Cora!?" he breathes wobbly.

"Derek? Uncle Peter?" She starts to get up, but stops. Danny breaks her circle and she launches at them. They fall to the floor sobbing.

Danny and the group step around them, allowing them a momemt to reunite, while they approach the twins.

"The bonds broke. He has no control over us anymore," Ethan chokes out through the pain of broken bonds. He hates that he even feels it for those monsters. Danny nods and breaks their circle as well. Ethan bolts to Isaac and kisses him passionately, like he has wanted to do since their mate bond started forming.

The Hales finish their teary reunion as Jordan, who is carrying Stiles, and Lydia walk into the room. The pack waits for the kiss to end. Aiden and Cora rolling their eyes. They caught the others eyes and narrow them at eachother slightly.

The kiss ends and Derek stands up tall in front of the three, "Do you accept me as your Alpha?"

"Yes Alpha," they say with zero hesitation. Derek bites them and the bonds snap into place, the wards flare to life, and they double over as they full shift for the first time; shredding their clothes, 'oops'. Cora is a cola brown and black dire wolf smaller than both the Hale men, and the twins are the same size as the other betas and both medium and gray browns.

They shift back and the twins are whispering about how awesome that was, while Cora stares daggers at her brother. Derek tentatively removes his shirt and hands it to her.

"How is that possible?!" She seethes, yanking the shirt out of his hand and on in one swift movement.

"Because my mate and I can both full shift. So too can the rest of you. Come on, let's go get everyone patched up and home to rest," he answers and then rushes past to get around answering any more questions.

"Yes Alpha!" all but Peter echos, Cora is still glaring at Derek. Peter nods his agreement. The twins get spare sweatpants from the cars before heading to the hospital.

The pack splits between Peter's station wagon and Chris' suv. Stiles falls asleep on Peter in the back of the station wagon as Peter drains his pain. They pull up to the rear of the hospital and find Morrissey waiting. Peter gently passes Stiles to Derek, and Derek leads the pack behind Morrissey.

As soon as they walk into the room Danny and Lydia step to the side as the only ones without injuries. Melissa gets their energy tea brewing while she goes around cleaning and covering the "little" injuries on Scott, Allison, Boyd, Erica, Isaac, Ethan, Aiden, and Jordan.

She then moves to check, stitch, and cover the moderate wounds on Peter, Jackson, and Stiles. She then hands Danny and Lydia their tea, and has Peter ease it into Stiles.

Meanwhile, Morrissey addresses the major wounds on Chris and Derek; both end up almost entirely wrapped with about 200 stitches each.

He then magically examines Cora and Ethan and gives them the all clear, he then addresses Cora's minor injuries she still had from the Alphas' torture habits.

Derek then gathers his unconscious mate in his arms, grumbling about how he hates how slow Stiles still heals. He sees Danny start to move his hands, "Don't, Danny. We'll worry about giving him a boost in a couple days. Once everyone has rested and seen the therapist. Everyone did well tonight, Uncle Peter and I are very proud of all of you. Now go home, hang out with your families, and rest."

Everyone preens at the praise from their Alpha. Jackson goes with Danny. Jordan goes with Lydia. Erica goes with Boyd. Scott, Allison and Morrissey head home with Melissa. The rest heading to the Stilinski house.

On the drive back Peter brings up his idea to tear down the old remains, and rebuild. He wants to rebuild bigger and better.

"That's a great and neccessary idea Uncle Peter," Derek approves with a tired nod.

They arrive home the same time as Noah, who unlocks, holds it for everyone, relocks the door, heats leftovers, helps cleanup, and then leads Cora and Aiden to the closet with the blankets, sheets, and pillows.

"The couch pulls out. If you aren't comfortable sharing, there is another couch in my office. Help yourself," Noah murmurs half asleep. He then leads the exhausted parade up the stairs. He, Chris, and Peter undress and collapse onto the bed, snuggle up, and then are out immediately. Noah will worry about the sheets tomorrow. 

Isaac leads Ethan to his room, where they do the same. Derek gently puts Stiles down on their bed, gently pulls the covers out from under him, undresses them both, then crawls in behind Stiles. He makes sure Stiles is tucked against him tight and starts pulling his pain as he covers them both and promptly passes out.

Cora and Aiden wait for Noah to lead the others upstairs while Cora glares daggers at him. It's very awkward for him. He waits until he hears everyone's heartbeat even out with sleep before he speaks.

"Look, Cora, I'm sorry. For everything. We were being forced to do all that stuff. We..we just want a family...a real pack."

Cora's face softens, "Ya, I can understand that."

Another awkward silence falls. Cora clears her throat, "So I don't mind sharing a bed. Just don't get the wrong idea or anything."

Aiden rolls his eyes, "I know you saw my eyeroll earlier, right? I'm thinking you're like me."

"Oh? And how might that be?"

"Asexual," he shrugs,"If I ever find someone to mate bond with, they will just have to know it will be a mutually devoted platonic, maybe romantic, friendship."

Cora stares wide eyed before looking down at her hands, "I..I thought I was the only one," she whispers tightly.

"Ya, same. It's not....well...it's super rare for werewolves, since as a species we thrive on tactile connection." 

"So, maybe. No, that's dumb. Let's just go to sleep," Cora stammers.

Aiden steps up to her and grabs her hands gently, "It's not dumb. I don't want to be alone anymore either. But our bond will take a lot longer and a lot more work to form. I'd like to just try being friends first. You seem like a pretty badass woman Cora. I'd be honored."

Cora blinks at him as tears start to fall, she nods and chuckles as Aiden wipes the tears, "Thanks. Friends for now." They shake on it with tender smiles.

"Now, do you have any idea how a pullout couch works?" He asks only half joking.

Cora bursts out laughing, Aiden is momentarily mesmerized; maybe a slightly romantic friendship won't be so hard with Cora afterall, he wants to keep that smile on her face. She deserves to wear that smile all the time.

They get to work making the bed, climb in, pull the blankets up, face eachother, and intertwine their pinkies. They both sigh relieved and drift off to sleep too.

Over at Parrish's house, he and Lydia are cuddled close on the couch as he tries to soothe the nightmare images in both their minds.

"I want to feel safe and secure Jordan. Can we please complete our bond," she sniffles into his shoulder.

He squeezes tighter, "Lydia, Please. You know I'm not comfortable doing any of that while you are still underage. Please."

"We aren't weres' Jordan. We don't need to do that, technically they don't either. We just have to vow to eachother with our magic and then mark eachother. We can mark eachother anywhere."

Jordan clings to her, "she is right," Cerberus adds, "you are both beings of death. It is safer to be paired."

"Okay," he whispers in her ear.

She pulls back, looks into his eyes, and holds his face gently. Her eyes swirl white, "I, Lydia Martin, banshee, vow with my whole being and magic to be forever life mate to Jordan Parrish, hellhound. Only Jordan Parrish, now and forever more."

They feel the bond start to solidify. Jordan's eyes swirl to life, orange and red flames. "I, Jordan Parrish, hellhound, vow with my whole being, magic, and Cerberus, to be forever life mate to Lydia Martin, banshee. Only Lydia Martin, now and forever more."

The bond is snapping and thrashing wildly as it waits to be completed.

Parrish pushes Lydia down softly as he pulls her shirt up. She in kind, pulls his shirt off by ripping it. 

"Oh no, oopsies," she giggles sarcastically in her mind.

She actually said it out loud, so as payback Jordan smirks and bites her without warning. He puts his mark on her ribs under her left arm, next to her heart. Somewhere her bras will always keep it hidden. Her breath hitches from the mix of pain, pleasure, and the feeling of their very souls beginning to meld.

She lift his left arm and does the same, Nemie sending a touch of strength to help her teeth break his skin. They feel their bond settle into a rythmic humming before they release their jaws.

Jordan pulls back fast, lifts Lydia up, and carries her to the bathroom. They quietly clean and cover the marks, Jordan carries her to bed, then they pass out snuggled close with smiles on their faces.

At the McCall house Morrissey and Melissa are having a similar discussion, "Melissa I, I'm positive you are meant a to be my life mate. You could stay human and I'll love you with everything I am with the time we will have together. But. I'll live much longer than you and you will remain vulnerable, which I hate to think about. And you would be incapable of returning the bond as human. We would just be human married."

Melissa caresses his cheek, "Morrissey, the moment we started talking I had already chose to try and lead this to marriage. There is something that is drawing me to you. You say I can't feel the bond; but, I think I do. Then I found out you were an elf and saw your true form, and that same draw made me fall completly. I want to feel it unobstructed; because, this little bit I do feel is driving me insane. Also, it would not be fair for you to continue to live out the remainder of your life alone if I remain human. You've already been alone long enough. But how?"

"We need the Spark, Mage, Alphas, and the Nemeton."

"Okay, we'll ask tommorrow," she nods before her brain catches up fully, "wait, Alphas? plural?"

"Well Stiles is an Alpha...for many reasons actually; but, Peter... I'm sure they'll explain tomorrow. But, I could sense something had changed with his spark."

"Oh. Okay," she says nodding off on his chest. He pulls a her close and snuggles her hair, "'night Morrissey," she yawns.

"Goodnight Melissa," he kisses her hair and that's it for these two as they pass out too.

Sun. May 21st

The next morning Derek texts the pack to meet at the loft. Stiles, Noah, and Chris make breakfast as everyone trickles in. Once everyone is there and fed he praises them all about the fight once more, before explaining Peter's new Alpha status and how Nemie said it was supposed to be like this. 

Chris and Noah look at eachother and flash their eyes, and both find their eyes have taken on a redder hue. They had felt the shift in Peter and themselves but didn't think much of it; and, Chris had been a little too...active for anyone to focus on his eyes long. They all realize this would be why Derek had been seemingly okay with Noah ordering everyone around.

Derek refocuses the pack as he hesitantly tells them all about what Cerberus shared when they met, "Now that the Alphas are gone I need to explain something," he fidgets and takes a deep breath, "Peter did not kill Kate. Apparently his claw turned her instead. She is a werejaguar now, and I'm positive she will be a threat eventually," Derek shutters.

Stiles hugs him tight, "Der, Nemie and I have updated everyone's wards to keep us all safe; but especially you. Everyone is safe from any kind of trick or spell she could possibly use. We also updated all the building and territory wards. As soon as she enters, we will know; and Nemie will imprison her."

Derek nods into Stiles neck, where he is taking greedy lungfuls of his mate's scent. Anchoring himself. 

Stiles sighs, "Also, I really hate to share this right now, but Nemie caught two things last night while we slept. One is malicious intent coming from a banshee at Eichen House, that is tied to Lydia's lake house somehow. And, they captured three intruders entering the territory, one with the intent to find Nemie."

"The lakehouse was my grandmother's," Lydia adds hesitantly.

"Would explain the connection. We'll go check it out today. Cerberus, Nemie wants you to handle the banshee and her associate. Nemie thinks it's her nurse; but isn't positive," Stiles explains further.

"We'll figure it out and handle it," they echo.

"Also, congrats on completing the bond," Stiles links to the two. They blush lightly and look away from him, making him smirk.

Morrissey hesitantly stands and clears his throat, "Melissa and I have something to discuss with the Alphas privately. And Scott. If we may?"

Derek and Peter nod gesturing to the office. Morrissey, Melissa, Scott, Derek, Peter, and Stiles enter the office. Morrissey takes Melissa's hand and explains what they discussed.

"Wait, wait, wait. Mom you...you want to become an elf? Is that even possible!?"

"Yes," Morrissey and Stiles say together, "but Nemie says it will be extremely painful," Stiles adds.

Scott gapes and turns back to Melissa questions written all over his face.

"Yes, I do. I love him and don't want him to be without love again. It's not a great experience, Scott. He also told me that weres' typically live longer too."

Scott scrunches his face but nods.

"We'll need the full moon, both Hale Alphas, Danny, myself, Morrissey, and Melissa at the tree for this ritual. Nemie will take what they need from us and then use it to fundamentally change Melissa, at cellular level...causing extreme pain," Stiles emphasizes that last part once more.

"Stiles. It's okay. A little pain is worth it. Wouldn't you agree?" Melissa asks knowingly.

Stiles flinches at the memory of the pain he endured in the basement, but it did lead here, and, "Ya, ya it is."

Derek scents and calms him with a tight hug.

Morrissey then submits to Derek and the bond snaps into place sending a surge through all the pack bonds. Morrissey gasps as he feels the wards flare to life on his skins (glamour and true). "You are an amazing Spark," he smiles to Stiles, making the teen flush and scratch the back of his neck. He isn't used to this much praise.

"Okay, let's handle the two new threats and then research what we need for the next full moon," Stiles clears his throat and then says authoritatively. Noone questions it.

They send Noah and Jordan to Eichen House. Peter, Chris, Lydia, Allison, Scott, Isaac and Ethan are sent to a investigate the Lake house; and all the others head into the preserve to investigate Nemie's prisoners. Well, except Morrissey and Melissa, who have shifts to attended.

At Eichen the pair enters the banshee's room to see her and a man hunched over a laptop. She turns geared to scream but Cerberus engulfs them both in flames. Noah grabs the laptop and they quickly salt the ashes and set it to look like murder suicide. They act haunted as they tell security what happened, that they were only there to ask her questions on an old case that was recently reopened. They get excused and start for the preserve to find Danny.

Over at the lake house the group is searching the house diligently when all the weres' screatch and cover their ears at the same time. Peter and Chris lunge up the steps, claws out, as they follow the sound to one of the upstairs bedrooms. As they enter they falter for a moment before roaring through the pain the noise is causing their sensitive ears.

They start tearing into the walls as Lydia comes in and starts screaming at them to stop, but she stops as they uncover hundred of monitors and servers hidden in the walls. The whole group gets to work destroying them until the last one is demolished and the house falls silent. The whole group sits heavily, panting, while they wait for their ears to stop ringing.

In the woods the group comes to a spot with three odd-looking bushes. The branches start pulling back as the group comes to a stop; all the weres' realizing at once that the bushes are Rowan tree branches (what mountain ash is made from). Stiles let's his eyes swirl to life as he examines the three trapped persons.

He can tell they are a family. He examines their auras: the man is human so he has Nemie release him to the group, making the woman snarl. The other two have strange, yet familiar auras.

"They are kitsune. Like the one you cleansed in my roots. However, that was a void kitsune. The woman feels to be an ancient celestial kitsune and the girl is a barely awakened thunder kitsune," Nemie provides.

The whole group, Nemie included, get distracted with the lakehouse groups sudden pain and panic. Stiles feels Nemie leave to go give them extra strength.

He takes a deep breath and approaches the woman, "Your name, what you are, your intentions in Beacon Hills, and why you broke protocol. Now."

"I deserve respect, and do not need to answer you, brat," the woman snarls.

Stiles smirks with teeth that are a bit too sharp as his eyes swirl to life once more, "I don't think you understand where you stand right now. You may be ancient, but you have entered werewolf territory, blatantly ignoring protocol; actually planning to ignore it, with your intentions focused on finding our Nemeton. You are a threat right now and I'm giving you a chance to explain yourself before we act. Kitsune. So, again," he pauses as Nemie's presence returns and the panic fades from the other group. His voice continues with a Nemeton echoed Alpha command, "Explain. Now."

The group notices the girl becoming more and more lost and smelling confused as Stiles talked; then going wide eyed and completely bewildered when his Alpha command makes her flinch. They share glances.

The woman's eyes widen as she tries to fight the power behind the command, but can't. "Noshiko Yukimura, 900 year-old celestial kitsune. My husband Ken Yukimura, human. My daughter Kira Youkimura, kitsune with unawakened powers."

"Wrong. Strike one. Your daughter's powers are awakened. She is a thunder kitsune. We will not allow an out of control supernatural in our territory."

They can all see Noshiko's eye twitching, so Ken speaks up, "We did not tell her as we were not sure she would be one. If you are sure she is awakened we will tell her everything and begin her training immediatly."

Stiles does not look away from Noshiko but nods, then commands, "Continue."

She growls but, again, can't fight it, "I'm here to stop the Nogitsune. I was alerted it escaped, and came as soon as I could. I must stop him again. It is none of your concern."

"Strike two. It is my tree and my territory. You were the one who buried it in a glass jar in the roots of a compromised Nemeton. Which allowed the Darach to more easily drain the tree. You are partly responsible then for all the evil the Darach accomplished since then. The Nemeton and I have dealt with the Void Kitsune. They are no more. Therefore, your need to stay is no more."

"Impossible. He can't be killed!" Noshiko counters.

"Killed? Well, I cleansed it and then the tree absorbed it to restore itself. Killed? No. Repurposed," he sneers with a toothy grin.

She gulps at the implied threat and malice rolling off him. Ken speaks up again, "I'm actualy a new teacher at the high school now.." Ken trails off realizing Stiles only wants to hear from Noshiko.

Stiles, still not taking his eyes off Noshiko, cocks his head waiting. Waiting for Noshiko to finish her answers. She is still trying to fight his magic.

"I'm 900 years old, your protocols are irrelevant to me," she spits angrily.

"Strike three." Stiles raises his hands to take her powers for Nemie, but Ken yells.

"Wait! You.." he shuts up as Stiles finally turns to him, eyes swirling and now an obvious glowing presence around him. He realizes he has greatly underestimated the teen and knows punishment will be served regardless of what he says, "What are you going to do to her?"

"Take her kitsune. She'll be human and allowed to remain. "

"Then who will teach Kira?" he begs.

Stiles cocks his head thinking and conversing with Nemie. He turns back to Noshiko and raises his hand again in a swift pulling motion. Noshiko screams and then slumps breathing heavily.

"We let her keep just enough to teach Kira. But she is no longer immortal. Her punishment for calling a chaos demon into this world to begin with and then killing our Nemeton...helping kill our Nemeton. Actions which allowed the hunters to all but eliminate the local peaceful pack."

Ken goes to argue but Noshiko speaks up, "Don't Ken. He's right. He could have just killed me or made me human. As the Nemeton's Guardian it is his right to punish me. My arrogance exaggerated the issue. It's fines. I'm fine."

"We still have to make a pact in order for you to remain here in our Territory," Derek speaks up.

"Seeing how strong your Spark is, l'd like to be pack if you will allow it," Noshiko says with her head tilted to the side, submitting to Derek respectfully.

Derek looks to Nemie/Stiles, who are silent for a moment before nodding. Derek approaches as they are released, Kira runs over to Ken. Noshiko shows them what to do, and the whole pack feels the bonds snap into place. The two Hale Alphas feel the added strength to their Sparks.

Noah and Jordan gasp as they stumble into the group. Noah gapes at Nemie/Stiles, seeing how powerful his son has become for the first time. He swells with pride. The group turns to them collectively.

"Dad? What happened?" Stiles asks anxiously as Nemie's presence fades from him.

Jordan has to nudge him. "Oh," Noah clears his throat, "she tried to scream at us but Cerberus handled it. But, here," he holds out the laptop, "they were doing something on this when we arrived."

Danny and Stiles share a glance and rush forward to get to work. Danny's fingers are flying as he hacks the code.

"Holy Shit. Guys...it...it's a deadpool for all the Supernaturals in Beacon Hills. It looks like they activated it. It sent the list out before the code goes blank. Give me a minute," He states as his fingers start typing furiously. He is mumbling curses occasional as he goes, then hesitates for two seconds before hitting enter. They watch as the code on the screen crypts and changes before the laptop's battery explodes.

"I was able to find and redact the copies that were sent out and recieved. They won't find the names again; but, they already have them. I sent the first of the three lists to your printer before having the computer self destruct."

The pack stare at eachother for only a moment before racing to the Stilinski house. 

"Get back to the house, Now!" Derek links Peter, who senses his packmates' panic and urgency. 

Peter ushers the group home and when they arrive they find the rest of the pack silent and horrified. They see the three new members, who are just as horrified. Peter looks at Derek as he approaches. Peter can read just how incredibly tense his nephew is by how tense he is holding his entire body.

Parrish snatches Lydia into his lap once she is close enough to him and Peter finally looks down at the paper Derek handed him. What he sees is a list of names in a decending order of the numbers listed next to each name. He recognizes all but one of the names and starts getting a sinking feeling.

"What is this?" He asks calmly, well tried to, but the wobble in his voice gives away his dread.

"A Deadpool," Derek replies flatly. Peter gulps at the confirmation of his guess and looks back down to the list.

The Walcott's are a peaceful family of wendigos. Demarco, Carrie, Kayleen, and Elias are all betas of Satomi Ito. Then his packmates Lydia, Scott, and Derek. The only name he doesn't recognize is Kira Yukimura.

"We have to warn them all of the potential danger," Peter whispers, "I..I know all these names but Kira Yukimura. Do we know who she is?" His eyes snap to the new family as the youngest raises her hand and sniffles. 

"They were the threat Nemie caught last night. They are now pack, Noshiko is a former celestial kitsune, her human husband Ken, and their daughter Kira a thunder kitsune. They literally just arrived in Beacon Hills," Derek informs the newcomers.

"So, the banshee was using foresight to make this list?" Peter sees Stiles nod around Derek's back, now realizing that's where he has been this whole time. He takes a long shaky breath, "Everyone needs to pay extra attention for threats to our own packmates. I'll call Alpha Ito to warn her of the danger to her betas. How are we warning the Walcott's?"

"Jordan, Emeric, Stiles, and I are going to go over in uniform with the list. We will offer protection wards for themselves and their house," Noah sighs.

Peter nods looking back to the list, realizing the numbers were the reward money for each hit. He starts adding it up and the sinking feeling hits rock bottom as guilt floods his emotions and the bonds. "Danny, how much was the total reward?" his mates move to him at the sound of the tremble in his voice and his chemosignals.

"I, uh, didn't really look before destroying everything. Why?"

"I, I think most of these names were ones I thought about while alone and feral. And this is a very large amount of money. I would bet the sum total is what is in the vault, and that someone is going to make a play at the vault to get it."

"'Scusey?" Stiles asks before Noah slaps his head. "What? Oh. No. Peter this isn't your fault. Do not blame yourself. I just meant, like, I didn't realize you guys still had money hidden away..like how much?"

Peter rolls his eyes, "You're fine, and $117 million," he pauses to allow Derek to pick up his mate's jaw from the floor as abashed amusement comes from Derek. "Our pack has been here since this land was first habitated. I'm sure your mom's pack is the same way."

Stiles turns to stare at the ground as his brows furrow, having a slight existential crisis.

"Mom's family is rich...but, we barely keep afloat. Why!?" Stiles links to Noah as his turmoil hits the bonds full force.

Noah looks down at his hands guiltily, "They blame us for her illness."

"Wh..what!?"

Noah doesn't answer, instead he gets up and walks out of the room as the tears start to fall. Chris races after him as he keeps one ear on the conversation. Peter and Derek look at the silently sobbing teen.

"Stiles? Dearheart?"

"I asked Dad why we barely stay afloat if mom's family is so rich. He said they blame us for her illness," Stiles gets out through his sobs.

"What!?!?" Peter exclaims as he races to his distressed mate.

The rest of the teens all join the hug around Stiles, and scent and comfort their pack mom.

"We'll explain later," Derek links to the Yokimura's, who jump in their seats. "Oh, right. Our pack can full shift, mind link, and are covered in runes and wards."

The Yukimura family blink at Derek for a moment before lifting their shirts and find the wards. "He is a remarkably strong Spark indeed," Noshiko muses as she straightens her shirt back down.

Meanwhile, Nemie explains to Stiles, "It is nothing you did, my Spark. But the Darach. She was never able to connect to the land because of his corruption, and he then slowly used her attempts to connect to slowly drain her magic. The magical backlash of which manifested as her illness. He was threatened by her because he knew her heritage was enough to produce a Spark to protect me. She noticed what he was doing and took the brunt knowing it would make you strong enough to fix it all. It is also why he attempted to get you bit with Scott by Peter, to either kill you or rid you of your magic."

"NNNOOOO!!" Stiles wails. His throat is too sore; and, he can't form words right now anyway, so he links the whole pack what Nemie just said.

Derek's hug becomes tight enough to brake his ribs again, but Stiles doesn't care right now. It's helping ground him.

"I..I still. She came here because of me," Noah whispers, but all the weres' hear it regardless.

Stiles breaks out of the hugs and runs to his Dad, "No. No you don't get to lay this on yourself! If Deaton wasn't evil she would have been able to connect and thrive here. This is NOT your fault!" he demands as he crushes Noah in a hug.

Noah nods once, pulls Stiles onto his lap to embrace him back just as tightly, and they sob together for a little longer before they pass out from the emotional toll.

Peter and Chris get started on an early dinner while Derek and the pack catch the Yukimora's up on everything Beacon Hills.

Peter calls Santomi while dinner cooks to warn her of the danger from the list getting out briefly. She thanks him, and they start talks to reestablish their alliance. 

Noah and Stiles wake up and go directly to their mates for more cuddles.

"You guys need to go warn the Walcotts; but, dinner will be hot and waiting for when you get back. Then we can all pile together for the rest of the night," Derek begrudgingly reminds them.

Stiles and Noah both groan but nod. That group heads out to the Walcott residence. It is tense at first, but once Noah can calm them enough to explain the issue was resolved but the threat is still present, they accept the protective wards.

Stiles even adds one that will alert the pack so they can come assist as needed. The family thanks them and sends them on their way.

The rest of the night is quiet while they pile and watch Star Wars for Stiles. The teens secretly love them too.

The next couple weeks go by quietly, as they do extra patrols and training and finish up the school year.

Sun. June 5th

The pack is in the middle of dinner when Stiles freezes and curses. He jumps up as he screams, "The wards on the Walcotts are going off!"

The rest of the pack quickly follow. They race to the house and find the front door busted and muffled screaming coming from inside. They also hear shuffling that sounds like an altercation is happening. They run in to join the fight and quickly capture a mouthless man.

Danny and Stiles help heal the family's injuries and bring them back to their peaceful 'human' selves.

Noah finds a device on the man and quickly hands it to Danny to hack into it. He finds the list gone but the research into Beacon Hills and the Walcotts still on there. He also finds the site the list was sent to and posts a scathing letter about how he killed the Walcotts but never got his reward, how the list is bullshit and he will be finding who is responsible and taking them out himself.

Then he wipes the device of anything but the speech app, Noah arrests him for aggravated burglary, and Stiles wipes his mind of the supernatural.

As the pack leaves the Sheriff gets a call about a group of bodies in the woods and he sighs. Derek takes the mute man to the holding cells while Noah and Jordan head to the bodies.

Only, they find the Nemeton set the scene to look like Blake was in the middle of killing the Alphas when they fought back.

Having a body for her DNA and fingerprints will allow them to close all her sacrifice cases. And any cases the Alphas may have been involved in as well.

"Thank you Nemie," he whispers as they clear the scene.

When Noah gets home he explains it to the pack. Stiles explaining that Nemie had the power after taking it from Noshiko. That they didn't bring the bodies back, they just made duplicates. Like dummy dolls with the DNA needed to close the cases. There is still no way for them to come back from the dead. The whole pack collectively sigh in relief. 

"Oh, also, Nemie and I created a spell to dissolve any physical copies of the list or research associated with the deadpool; and, to wipe the memory from everyone that read it from the website. We decided the extra precaution was necessary." The pack relaxing completely, not even having realized how tense they've been since the list was revealed.

Over the next week the pack goes over plans for the new pack house, making lists of what they want included. They also go over the ritual for Melissa, gathering the supplies. Lastly, they continue their training, including Kira and her parents.

To everyone's surprise Kira can full shift as well, which truely bewilders and amazes Noshiko; since, kitsune don't really have shifts to start with, she never did. It's usually just their tails if you choose to reveal them.

Wed. June 15th

The night of the full moon arrives and the pack gathers at the loft to hang out and wait for the news, Chris and Noah are left in charge of the puppies.

Derek, Stiles, Peter, Danny, Morrissey, and Melissa make their way to Nemie. The group encircle the tree, cut their hands, place them on the bark, and then Stiles pushes his magic and intentions to Nemie. Nemie smiles before getting to work.

They pull the Alpha transformation power from Derek and Peter; leaving them both weak, but not as weak if it had been only one. Nemie makes them drop their hands as they sway and fall to their hands and knees. Derek crawls over to Stiles to be ready to catch him.

Next, Nemie pulls on the mate pairs bond, love and desires; as well as, Morrissey's Elvin powers, knowledge, age, and DNA.

Lastly Nemie pulls more magic from Danny and Stiles and mixes it all with their own before slamming it into Melissa. Morrissey's glamour drops as he slumps forward barely conscious, but still connected. Danny feels Nemie slam a surprise into him making him pass out and break his connection. Nemie made Danny a gray werefox so he can shift and run with the pack, and mark Jackson properly.

Peter rushes over to hold Melissa still so her connection doesn't drop, she is screaming and arching in pain. Peter watches stunned as she glows and changes before his very eyes. 

Her skin darkens and stripes to look like tree bark, her hair turns into fems, mosses, and wild grass and flowers. Her ears elongate past the back of her head, looking like antlers or branches. Her eyes change and glow. The last charges are her nails becoming diamond hard and her toes and finger tips turning green and dark-brown; like grass and moss in rich soil merging with a treetrunk. Nemie knew an Earth Elf suited her better.

As her eyes roll back, the glow fades and the last three fall away from the tree unconscious.

Derek places his hand an Nemie and sends them his gratitude and appreciation. "Noah, I need you to make the rejuvenation tea for the four and send Scott, Boyd, Chris, Ethan, Aiden, and Jackson to get us back," Derek links to Noah, sharing his exhaustion.

"On it Derek," Noah answers back following orders.

Thirty minutes later the six come tearing into the clearing in full shift and skid to a halt. They quickly shift back and dress in the clothes they had carried in their mouths.

"Derek? Peter?" Chris asks gently, in shock.

Scott gawks at his mother's Elvan form; Jackson runs to his unconscious mate and smells the change in his scent; and the other three start figuring out who is going to be carrying whom.

"It worked, but we are all wiped out. We just need help getting home," Derek answers tiredly. He hands Stiles to Chris, "I'm trusting my mate to you. You know how much I hate not being able to take him myself."

Chris looks right at Derek as he holds Stiles tight, "I have him Derek, I won't let anything happen to him."

"Thank you Chris," Derek sighs, "Alright, Ethan you take Danny, Scott you take your mom, Aiden you get Morrissey, and I want Boyd and Jackson guarding the group as we head back."

"Yes Alpha!" They respond as they gather and leave. Jackson and Ethan share a similar moment when Jackson hesitantly hands Danny over. 

The group trudges into the loft and the whole pack silently cheers when they see Melissa's new form. Noah hands out the tea for the others to slowly and gently get into their packmates before everyone passes out in a pack pile.

Thurs. June 16th

The pack slowly wake up to Chris and Noah making breakfast and join them in the kitchen, until it's the six plus Jackson left sleeping.

Danny starts to shift around which wakes up Jackson. Danny groans with a languid stretch and halts. His new instincts and senses kicking in as he remembers what Nemie said right before he passed out. His eyes go wide and he looks right at Jackson, "Oh shit..I..I um."

"I could smell it at the tree. What happened?"

"Nemie threw in a little surprise for us. I'm a werefox mage now. Jesus these scenes and instincts are insane," Danny groans as he buries his nose into Jackson's neck to inhale his scent.

Jackson chuckles fondly, "I can help you with those," Jackson whispers onto Danny's lips as he gently kisses his mate. Then Danny's stomach growls making Jackson laugh, "Come on, let's get that new were' appetite satisfied while we wait for the others to wake up."

Peter and Derek are next, they still feel a little weak but not as bad, "You stay with Stiles, I'll check on the pack," Peter gently states while squeezing Derek's shoulder.

"Thanks Uncle Peter," Derek responds curling tightly around Stiles.

Peter makes it to the kitchen and greets both of his caring mates with deep kisses, making the teens groan.

Noah hands him two mugs, "I found a tea in Claudia's journals that helps activate and boost your healing. Thought maybe it could help right now. We need our Alphas at 100%."

Peter smiles and gives him another kiss, "Thanks Love." He takes one to Derek then returns to his pack, feeling the healing properties melt into his tired body with each sip.

Morrissey is next to wake, grunting as he stretches. First thing he does is put his glamour back up before even opening his eyes, thankful of whoever thought to put his hands in buckets of water and cover him with a wet towel, it replenished him just enough. He then rolls over and hesitantly opens his eyes. He is hopeful it worked, but still nervous it may not have.

His gaze lands on Melissa and he gasps in awe as his heart and other head swell. He gulps and closes his eyes to send Nemie a very grateful 'Thanks' through the bonds. "You're beautiful. Earth Elf suites you better," he happy sobs into their mind link; though, he knows she is still asleep.

However, Melissa begins to mumble and grumble some very unladylike things in Spanish as she crawls her way to consciousness. Morrissey chuckles at the attitude.

She sits up and rubs her eyes as she starts to register the change in how she and the environment around her feel different. She swiftly and gracefully gets up and runs to the bathroom. Morrissey quickly follows.

She gapes at her new apperance; but, is so very happy because it feels like it is how she should have always been. Her eyes flash a bright leaf green with a glowing dravite brown outer rings, and the whites, again, going black.

Her eyes meet glowing turquoise sea glass ones over her shoulder in the mirror.

"Stunning," Morrissey links breathily, pouring his love through the bond.

She smiles widely before showing off the extent of what Nemie helped accomplish. She closes her eyes and sorts through the years of knowledge and training that Nemie shared from Morrissey; then she pulls on her magic and puts up her glamour, which is just her previous human form. She is still smiling as she opens her eyes and spots Morrissey staring in amazement.

"Nemie gave me all your training, knowledge, and experiences making me the same Elvan age as you. I still have all my memories and know this is new; but, it's as if I've been an Elf my whole life. Which is MUCH longer than it has been. Longer than you indicated," she pauses momentarily to glare at him. He flushes and shrugs. She shakes her head and continues, "I'm definitely glad I did this, because you have been alone far too long, and would have been alone for too long after." Her expression softens as she speaks and caresses his cheeks, wiping the rogue tears that have fallen without his consent. 

Morrissey lets out a single sob, nodding. He then gently grabs her face and pushes their foreheads together. "But it lead me here, to you.. and I'm so happy now. I love you, you are amazing; and, absolutly gorgeous in both forms."

Melissa smiles softly and caresses his cheek more, "Both of your forms are just as breathtaking. I love you too," she then leans down and whispers directly into his ear too quiet for even the weres', "Nenyo."

Morrissey shivers at the power from her using his Elvan name; but, also because that was HAWT. As his brains reboots, her name pops into his head, "Amareth," he whispers back. 

Melissa shivers and whimper moans as both of their arousals and desires skyrocket.

"Uhhum," Derek clears his throat from the doorway, making them jump. "I'm elated for you guys, but anything further will need to be done when you are alone. Please!"

"Sorry Alpha," Morrissey stammers, red as a tomato.

"You're fine. Go eat, and maybe get more tea. l imagine you are still pretty drained as well," Derek reassures them.

"Not too bad; but, it's a good idea anyway," Morrissey responds. He takes Melissa's hand and they head to the kitchen.

Derek hears the cheers and congratulations that follow; but, he is a too worried about his Mate to join the pack. Instead, he returns to his spot around Stiles.

Noah comes into the room and sits next to Derek, squeezes his shoulder, and asks "How's he doing?"

Derek sighs heavily, "He was almost completly drained, and think our exhaustion is only feeding off eachother, and making it worse. I'd say he's maybe halfway back," Derek grumbles, still absolutely hating this.

Noah nods, "Peter is sending everyone home for the day and Melissa has already told Scott to stay here with Chris and Allison. So, let's get you two home to recover better in the safety and smell of your den."

Derek sighs lightly this time and nods, "Ya, Okay."

Once they leave Chris activates the loft wards. They get home, lock up, activate the wards, and get another cup of tea into Stiles. Derek tucks him in and then eats lunch with the men, before swiftly moving back up to Stiles' side. He curls around him protectively. He only moves again for dinner and a bathroom trip

Peter and Noah occupy themselves with house plans, sports, movies, Claudia's journals, and anything else they can do to help their pack be on top of the next issue to come their way; finally dragging eachother to bed around midnight.

June and July

Over the next month construction starts on the new packhouse, Derek settles into his new police routine, the teens all complete the test and get to skip Junior year, Deaton ends up dying from a heartattack and Peter buys the building so Scott can take over once he finishes school. Peter hires an Animal Elf in the meantime. 

Peter's fixer/law firm regains it's strength and reputation, bringing in two new 'wolf packmates to help him run it.

Chris has legitimized Argent Arms and no longer sells to unvetted hunters. Melissa and Morrissey completed their bond and are getting their things packed to move and sell her house. 

Danny's new training is going well, and the magic users continue to grow stronger each day.

All the teen mates pairs end up completing their bonds over the summer except Cora and Aiden. Though, their bond grows stronger and stronger.

August

Three weeks before school starts up, in quick succession, the Nemeton captures: Kate and her four berserkers which Derek and Jordan quickly dispatch and salt, a group of hunters set on killing Derek which Chris handles by reporting and handing them over to the Council as Oath Breakers, and the Desert Wolf.

Nemie jogs Peter's memory of the woman and he pales as Stiles explains why she returned.

"Shit..I have a daughter out there, somewhere, that she wants to kill? That must make her a coyote too."

"It does. We will find her. But first, Cerberus do you mind?"

Cerberus nods and eliminates the woman and salts the ashes. They return and explain their findings to the pack, impliment a rescue mission, and get Malia into therapy once they are able to get her to shift back. Jackson isn't quite sure how he feels about having a half-sister, but he doesn't want her to feel unwelcome; so, he works it out in therapy.

September

They start school, homeschool Malia for a bit, watch her mate bond form with Kira, construction comes to a close, and everyone moves into the Mansion.

The pack finishes high school and attend college or trade schools, get married, and add new packmates from incidents, runaways or pregnancies. The pack continues to grow stronger each year. Cora and Aiden complete their bonds, minus the gross part, after college.

Nemie even surprising the whole pack by getting Stiles pregnant with twins. Graźyna 'Grace' Annistyn Halinski (both their mothers' middle names), who turns out to be a Derek mini-me with Stiles' hair and is a jet-black werefox. Eli Jonasz Halinski (both their fathers' middle names), is Stiles mini-me (ADD included) but has Derek's hair and brows and is a reddish-orange and cola brown werewolf.

It's not happily ever after because that's not how the 'kill or be killed' supernatural world works; but, together they reestablish and exceed the Hale pack reputation. They are a strong, fair, and kind pack; but, can also be ruthless against threats.

They take in abused and runaway 'wolves (who aren't a threat to their pack and Nemeton), dryads, other elves, and anyone seeking refuge.

Danny and Jackson even adopt some orphan werecreatures. Isaac and Ethan following suite. Cora and Aiden just end up being the cool yet helpful Aunt and Uncle who enjoy giving the babies back at the end of the day.

Their apartment complex is never empty, and the woods are securely protected from any dangers possible.

"Thank you Mieczysław Stilinski for everything you have done for and given me since that awful day in the woods. You trusted me to save you even after everything that had happened. Saving my feeble pack as well. By saving you, you saved me. And I could never thank you or love you enough to repay of you for everything. The day I bit you changed me for the better; because, I gained my mate and there was no going back. No more Derek Hale without Stiles Stilinski. I love you with every fiber of my being."

Stiles looks deep into Derek's eyes, tears streaming down his face. He had not been expecting it, they were just coloring with the twins at the kitchen table. He leans in and gives Derek a deep, appreciative, passionate kiss.

"You saved me in so many ways that day Derek. You gave my Dad and I another chance to start again without lies. I had as always been drawn to you, knew I could trust you, and I never trust easily. Not after mom. I don't think I could ever repay you either. Since the pool there was no more Stiles Stilinski without Derek Hale. I love you more than life itself Sourwolf. Everything I am belongs to you."

Now it's Derek's turn to cry. That night they renew their mating bond in a slow, sensual heartfelt act. Pouring everything they are and feel into the other, making sure they know just how much they love eachother.

Beacon County has never been safer. 

~An Deireadh~