AN: Hi, I'm back with a new story! I had some requests for an Aiden centric story to this is my attempt at one. though this story is more about the twins and the McCall pack, this gives a deeper importance and understanding to Aiden so I hope you will like it. Here's hoping you enjoy, plz do let me know what you think!

Chapter 1

"You really think this will work," Ethan asked, nervously.

"I hope so," Aiden said as he rang the door bell.

Scott answered within a second, Isaac and Stiles right behind him. Aiden noticed that Stiles was clutching his baseball bat tightly. He ignored the revolted look on Isaac's face and smug look on Stiles' and turned to Scott.

"We need your help," Aiden stated.

"Well, you're not getting any," Isaac replied but stopped when Scott gave him a look. Then he turned to the twins.

"What makes you think we'll help you after you killed our friends?" he asked, as if the whole idea seemed ridiculous to him. Aiden was already feeling anger bubble inside him but he kept his outer calm when he felt Ethan's hand on his back. He cleared his throat, took one glance at Ethan and said, "Look Scott, we didn't have a choice. We told you that already. Right now, we really need help."

Scott seemed to be considering his words. His cold demeanour faded and he seemed more curious. After all, what could the all powerful alpha twins who can morph into 'voltron' wolf need help for? Of course, Scott didn't know the whole story.

"What do you want from me?" Scott asked.

"We need a pack. Let us be a part of yours," Ethan spoke up.

Scott stared at them in surprise but Isaac and Stiles were quick to reply in negative. When Scott still didn't reply, Isaac tapped him none to politely on the shoulder.

"Don't tell me you're considering this?" he said, as if the very idea was revolting. Aiden rolled his eyes.

"Please Scott, we wouldn't ask if it wasn't important," he said.

Scott looked between Stiles and Isaac and then back to the twins. "Look, they don't trust you and frankly, neither do I. Sorry," he said, shrugging. Aiden opened his mouth angrily but Ethan pulled him back by his arm and said, "Alright, we'll leave."

Aiden glared at the three wolves but Ethan continued to tug at his arm so he relented and they both trudged back to their bikes.

"Now what? We can't stay here! We have to leave," Aiden said angrily. They had just returned from the futile meeting with Scott.

"No we can't," Ethan replied, dejectedly.

"What? Are you insane?" Aiden sprang up from his seat and went over to his twin. Ethan had huddled over on the sofa very quietly and was staring fixatedly at a spot on the floor. Aiden lightly smacked him on the head.

"You got a death wish? Suicidal?" he was yelling now.

Ethan looked up at his brother with his big brown eyes.

"No. But we can't leave."

"Why the hell not?"

"Coz if we leave, then Danny and Lydia will be soft targets. I can't let anything happen to him," Ethan stated. Aiden stared at him as if the wind had been taken from his sails. His anger gave way to frustration and he flopped down on the sofa beside Ethan.

"Scott will never let anything happen to Lydia."

"What about Danny? Danny and Scott aren't that close. Danny might be in trouble and Scott probably would not even know! I'm not taking that chance, Aiden. We gotta stay and face it."

Aiden sighed, "Face them how? We are not alphas anymore, we're omegas. We can't morph. We are alone."

Ethan sighed, "I know. But Aiden, I'm tired of running. And for once I have someone worth staying for."

Aiden nodded, quietly. Ethan knew his brother felt the same way. They both wanted to stay for they had grown to care about the people around them. Well, some of them. Ethan loved Danny, yes, loved. And Aiden found himself inexplicably drawn towards Lydia. Ethan saw the worry lining Aiden's face. He leant forward and put his hand on Aiden's.

"Look, maybe we are overreacting? John's a few towns over, he's not coming here for all we know. He probably doesn't even know we are here. If we keep a low profile, there may be nothing to worry about," he said, trying to be as calm as possible.

Aiden looked at him with a "nice try but I know better" look but didn't say anything. After a minute, he just hung his head and whispered, "No more running, right?"

Ethan moved closer, giving Aiden a one armed hug, "No more running. We'll be okay." Aiden nodded half-heartedly.

"We should get to school, then," he said, returning Ethan's embrace and then getting up. Ethan followed. In a few minutes, the twins were out of the door.

Scott parked his dirt bike in the parking lot when Stiles appeared over his shoulder, a goofy smile plastered across his face. Craning his neck Scott found the source of that smile to a girl alighting from a blue car. Lydia. Allison got off from the passenger side door and immediately caught Scott's eye. She smiled and started walking towards him. Lydia followed. The four friends, despite the awkward situations and complicated inter-personal relations had always managed to stay together, caring and protecting each other. They walked into the school together, chatting happily.

"You seem tired," Scott said, catching a small yawn Allison tried to stifle. Allison chuckled, rubbing her eyes more freely now that her secret was out.

"Yeah, dad and I had lots of work last night."

"Arms deal?"

"Yeah, but not the kind you'd like. There is a hunter called John Walsh. He contacted us for arms, military grade that too, explosives and all. Tried to dig up information on the animal attacks, too. It took a lot of convincing to get him off our back—"

Scott's expression had changed from casual to concern and Allison stopped when she noticed. Stiles was staring at her with his eyebrows raised, mouth slightly opened, as usual. The only person still unperturbed was Lydia, but then it took a lot to upset her.

"What?" Allison asked, surprised.

"New hunter. Arms. WEREWOLF!" Stiles said animatedly, pointing a finger at Scott upon the last word. Scott shrugged, nodding.

"Don't you think this might be dangerous?" he asked.

Allison looked at Scott reassuringly but dead serious, "Scott, you know we wouldn't invite any trouble for you."

"But you said—"

"Yes, it took a lot of convincing but he agreed that we alone should take care of Beacon Hills. We just agreed to give him some weapons, the ones which he ordered for."

"So he is coming to town and will have weapons?! That doesn't sound good," Stiles said, looking to Scott for support.

"Stiles, he is a hunter and needs to protect himself. He works alone and his sons were killed by werewolves. You can't blame him. But he'll leave after that deal, don't worry. Dad's got it covered," Allison said. Scott considered for a moment and nodded.

"It's okay Stiles, I trust her," Scott said, making Allison smile brightly. Something made him uneasy when he suddenly remembered the twins' morning visit but he pushed it out of his mind and followed his clique to the class.

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