Authors Notes: Standard disclaimer - I do not own any characters all rights belong to Jeff Davies

Stiles had put up with a lot in the last year. He had been dragged into a pack of Supernatural creatures and had to fight all and sundry to make sure that they all stayed safe. Okay so strictly that wasn't wholly true - Scott was bitten when they went traipsing in the woods after a dead body, and Stiles would never let Scott face Lycanthropy alone. A lot had happened since then and the pack was acclimatising to being whole and functioning under the leadership of Peter Hale. It had been crazy time making him whole, dealing with the splintering of the Argent family which saw Kate and Victoria Argent dead

What had been a surprise to the pack was the way that not only Allison joined the pack but so did her father Chris. No one was sure what the tangled history was between their Alpha and Chris but it was there and there was a bucket load of issues and sexual tension as a result. In the end though all members of the pack be they werewolves, banshees, sparks or humans all saw Chris Argent as the secondary Alpha even if he was only human, all could agree that he was BAMF. Plus Peter's actions meant that even if Chris might not smell like the Alpha's mate; he considered Chris to be his mate.

Right now though, as Stiles walked carefully through the rebuilt Hale mansion - he was furious. He was all kinds of mad and that was become someone was stupid enough to attack his pack. What can he say? He was as territorial as any of the wolves, and with his brain he had the potential to be twice as deadly - he was stepping carefully through the debris and called out. "Peter ... Chris?"

Whether they would admit it or not - they were the Alpha pair of the pack and Stiles wanted to know they were okay. He doubted it given the chaos in the hall and when he reached the living room - He stopped. He could see blood and smell the bitter copper scent that always accompanied it. He didn't need to have a supernatural snout to know whose blood it was because Stiles knew that there was no way that Peter would let Chris be taken or vice-versa without putting up a hell of a fight.

Stiles was definitely going to kill someone. No, that wasn't right; He would make them suffer first and he had a creative mind that Peter encouraged. He would not tolerate the disrespect currently being shown to the pack. He was eighteen goddamn it but he wasn't throwing a melodramatic temper tantrum for the hell of it. Oh no, no, he was surveying the Hale manor and all he could see was carnage. He hoped that Peter was up to date with his home insurance because whoever had snatched them - had not been careful.

They, whoever they were had attacked their den - so Stiles and the Pack would make them pay. He may not have been a wolf but he felt just as much anger at having their home invaded. He sent out a full pack call using his cell-phone. He may not have the ability to gather the pack through a howl but he was a whizz at technology and used that instead. He was carefully and methodically cleaning up the living area - they needed the room to think and he didn't want to freak some of the younger members out, and it wasn't a moment too soon. Just as he'd managed to get the room into an approximation of normal - Derek walked through the door with his mate Isaac.

The pup whimpered and Derek's eyes flashed Beta blue as he pulled Isaac close. "What happened?"

Stiles sighed as he didn't know right now which was aggravating. He had been with the more human members of the pack helping them bond as Peter requested. Stiles knew why - strong packs had humans and they helped stabilise the wolves - but there were advantages for the humans too. In theory the humans who accept and take on a true bond with a pack can access some of the lupine traits without ever having to be turned. Chris and Peter were not there and all I could see was blood. "I have picked stuff up but not cleaned yet in the vain hope that there is a scent trail to follow."

Derek approved and he knew it was wrong. In an ideal world he should be his Uncle's Beta but he didn't want it. He was never supposed to be a leader, he was a supporter and all could see that Stiles was by far a better second even without being a wolf. His Uncle had once called Stiles a wolf in a human skin and he was right. He didn't need words right now to let Derek now what he was feeling and what he was already planning. "Plan?"

Stiles looked calm and dangerous - which would never end well for whoever had caused this state, "We wait for the pack to gather and then we hunt."

The answering flash of amber and blue eyes told Stiles that they were more than on board with the plan. He still had much to do.

The next couple to walk through the door were Scott and Allison. Stiles perked up seeing the huntress and asked a question that he was already sure that he knew the answer too. "Hey Ally ... have you seen Chris?"

Allison frowned, "No he said he was coming to see Peter and then I stopped asking questions."

Any other time and Stiles would be teasing Allison. It was more than obvious once both of their Alpha's - Wolf and Human - got their head out of their asses that they could be mated. They just never quite seemed to manage to see eye to eye. "Damn."

Scott could smell the blood, he sniffed the room, frowning in confusion, "It smells of Argent but not Chris."

Stiles hissed seeing the way that nearly every person in the room flinched and the picture became just a little bit clearer. This was going to be so fucking awkward and Stiles wanted to repay Gerard Argent for the hospitality he once received at the old man's hands.

Derek paled, "How can that be?"

Stiles just knew the answer, "I'm guessing it is the old man. Sorry Ally but apart from you and your dad your whole family are a bunch of dicks."

Scott's scandalised, "Stiles!" Did not make Stiles feel even a little bit sorry.

Allison just nodded in total agreement, "I know... I don't get how I can be related."

Stiles snorted, "You and me both!"

The final two couples came in - Erica and Boyd followed closely by Jackson and Lydia. The whole pack minus their Alphas were there and it was a huge gap that none of them could fill.

Lydia frowned, "Where is Peter?"

Allison's terse, "MIA," let Lydia know just what type of pack meeting was about to unfold. It was the norm for so long but as the pack stabilised the monster of the week events had lessened. It somewhat helped that the pack was made up of different supernatural creatures and hunters.

Stiles walked back into the main living room, "The Hunters took our Alphas."

The ensuing silence was tense and angry if one could describe a silence as angry. It was weird but all recognised subconsciously that Chris took a very important roll with their pack - Alpha's mate. The pack just wished that Peter and Chris would get over whatever history lay between them and start fucking as the pheromones they generated were overpowering whenever they were in the same room together.

Lydia was the one to respond first, "We need to make them pay."

Stiles smiled because really, you had to bless Lydia's bloodthirsty little heart. It was one of the reasons that he had nursed a ten year crush on the tiny genius. He was so proud of the way that since she had joined the pack with Jackson; she'd stopped trying to hide her brain. Everyone within the pack and outside for that matter knew to be weary when Stiles and Lydia started plotting together.

However there was one thing that pack accepted that whenever their Alphas were not contactable then then it was Stiles that they looked to for leadership. Stiles had not noticed it at the time but some come to recognise that he was the official pack second.

Stiles was of the opinion that it started when he blasted Jackson into a tree using his spark when he was trying to assert dominance over him. Oh, and the other reason was that he was the one who came up with the plans.

For example, right now the pack was looking at him for a plan. They wanted to know just how they were going to get their Alphas back. Stiles knew how they would start, "Lydia I intend for us to make a statement so everyone realises that it is a really bad idea to fuck with the Hale pack."

Scott was uneasy that much was clear and Stiles knew that he always was when the prospect of violence came up. Stiles had one very frustrated night - asked if Peter was sure that he'd bitten Scott and it wasn't some mutant puppy and Peter had just claimed credit. He was being unfair and he knew it. He loved Scott like a brother but he couldn't be like Scott especially when Hunters had taken Chris and Peter - they were his and the packs.

He needed Scott to be on board with the packs plans and not causing division by arguing so he played dirty and he didn't feel even a little bit sorry. "Scott this is Allison's father they've taken."

Stiles was smart enough not to mention Peter. The relationship between Peter and Scott was understandably difficult on the count that Peter had bitten him without permission when he was still in his crazy mode.

Allison was furious. "Scott they took my Dad they need to die."

Stiles was cheerful and happy to reassure their little hunter princess, "Oh Ally we can help them off this mortal coil … that is a certainty."

Derek was mad that the last member of his family had been taken. He looked to Stiles for the plan that could bring their Alphas home. He could not contemplate the idea that they would not recover them alive. "So what do we do?"

Stiles looked at the pack surrounding him; Scott, Allison, Derek, Isaac, Lydia, Jackson, Erica and Boyd. Stiles knew that the Hale Pack - post the death of Kate Argent did not form to any regular held notions of packs. Some in the past had considered them weak and attacked - it never ended well. Ignorance was a killer and in in this case would definitely see you dead. The pack was formed in blood, fire and vengeance. It was odd as whilst Peter got better and slightly saner after Kate Argent died - he never lost his danger and he had made sure that his pack was trained to protect each other.

Stiles had never been so glad because it was all of those skills that they had carefully crafted and honed that meant they could Chris and Peter. "Here is how we are gonna do it ..."

When Peter awoke he started thrashing in his chains. He didn't care about the pain he was in. The bastard hunters were behind the times - once you have been burnt alive there's very little that could be used to torture you and make you break. It was why whoever it was had taken Chris as well. He would not break but he might if they tortured Chris in front of him. He was so pissed. It seemed that despite fighting his instincts someone had recognised that Chris was his true mate and taken him.

He did not recognise the goon standing in front of him - however he stunk of Gerard. Peter knew that he would never forget the scent of the man that had been responsible for splitting him and Chris up in the first place. It was bad enough that when he had escaped the fire and the craziness he had realised that his mate was married with a daughter. He had tried to do the right thing and stay away protecting Chris and Allison from a distance. Then Vicky had died and Chris managed to fight the years of conditioning to work closely with the pack. His wolf preened when they could see how committed their wolf was to the pack. And where had it landed him being tortured.

He asked goon one, "Why?"

All he got as a response was a punch to the gut with a Wolfsbane soaked knuckleduster. It tore into his flesh like a knife through better. He would not show weakness in front of this pathetic hunter.

"Big man," He goaded and knew that he'd been hanging around Stiles too much.

"You're not human," The Hunter sneered, punctuating each word with another smack to his ribs or kidney's.

Peter happily took each and every hit knowing that he would eventually heal and the goons were distracted him from Chris. He smiled even as the dart knocking him unconscious made him slump in their chains.

Chris awoke slowly and his entire body ached. He already knew who had them - they were hunters and trained in the Argent way - his father had taught him the knots that were being used to keep his shoulders at just the right angle to ensure that the shoulder barely managed to stop from popping out like a cork. He was okay until he saw Peter over the other side - he'd been worked over, and given the way the wounds were not healing he knew that it was Wolfsbane. It made everything that more urgent. Peter was strong and an Alpha but he could not hold out against Wolfsbane forever - it was the weapon of choice amongst hunters for a reason. It was deadly. He'd survived Vicky's death but he knew in his heart that he would not survive watching Peter die in front of him especially if it was his fault.

The door opened and he sucked in a breath - he lived with the supernatural but the last person he ever suspected of walking through the door was Gerard Argent. The man may in theory be his father but he had stopped thinking of him in those terms a long time ago.

Chris didn't scream or shout. He was never inclined to give in to such emotions even if the situation was dire. If he was going to die then he would go out like a man, not a snivelling coward. He asked one question as he needed to give Stiles time so that the pack could find them. "Why?"

Gerard sneered, "You were once my pride and joy."

Chris would have rolled his eyes but his face hurt. He just snorted instead, "What changed?"

Gerard's face contorted and looked far more animal than the werewolves that he hunted down. "You consorted with an animal."

Chris choked back a laugh - Gerard was so pious he sounded like a preacher. The only difference was that Chris knew his father didn't believe in anything, plus, he now knew that his father was more than happy to bend the code any way he pleased to ensure that he could keep killing werewolves. He would kill his old man himself if he harmed Peter. It was bad enough that the old man had been the reason they'd split when he was younger.

"I haven't consorted with him in years!" He hissed at the vicious backhand he received for his cheek but he refused to be cowed.

"Lies."

If he wasn't in pain then this would actually be funny. "Did you forget the bit where you split us up and then made me marry Vicky?"

Gerard shook his head as no he hadn't forgotten, "No I tried to do my best for you boy."

Chris wanted to scream and shout and try and make him see reason but he was never one to chase a lost cause - all he wanted right now was for Peter to wake up to alleviate that fear. "You did what you wanted. Don't justify it."

"You are fucking a monster." Gerard spat full of righteous fury.

Peter awoke at the last scream and snorted. "Hey I object."

Chris was both relieved and pissed. He was relieved that Peter was still conscious and pissed that he brought his father's attention back to him. "Shut up Peter!"

"Err no... Your bat-shit insane father has kidnapped us because he thinks that I am defiling his son even though we haven't touched each other since we were teens."

Chris saw the anger roll over his father's face. It was not what the old man wanted to hear. He definitely seemed to believe it too. He braced for the punch that landed just by his kidney's. Well, at least Gerard was proving that he didn't play favourites.

Peter wished beyond anything that he had the strength to break free of the bonds but they'd been soaked in Wolfsbane. "You are a big hard man beating on your son when he is strung up and someone has already worked him over."

Gerard whirled around, "He is being treated like any of you scum."

Peter suspected that he knew the answer but he had to go there anyway, "He is not a wolf!"

Argent turned around, the fire of crazy burning fever bright in his eyes, "You did it. You and that mongrel pack of yours. The Hunters call my son the 'Human Alpha'."

And that right there let both of them know everything that they needed to know. This whole kidnapping and probable murder was all through embarrassment and his father's desperate attempt to save face. Chris spat up blood and made sure it landed in Gerard's face but it was not good - the blood was black. He knew the odds as he felt his strength waning - hospital within thirty minutes or he was a dead man.

Of course, just as his hope faded he heard the outraged voice of Stiles was never a more welcome sound. "Oh, my, God! Get the fuck away from my Alphas!"

And with that - all got to witness Gerard Argent lose his fucking mind.