Part 4: Alpha pack

The pack was freaking out and had been ever since they had seen the symbol of the Alpha pack. Stiles knew more than the other betas as he'd done extensive research and quizzed his bondmates. He knew that they had a justifiably reason to be freaking out - There was no way that the Alpha pack were here with good intentions. When he'd been discussing it with Peter and Chris, Stiles had got as far as the Alphas wanted Peter to kill his pack before he flipped out.

Oh, it wasn't all bad though as apparently he and Chris would be safe as Deucalion was fascinated by the tri-bond between the Alpha Wolf, Emissary/Spark and the Hunter. Stiles thought it was ridiculous that Peter thought that that would be reassuring. He should have started with sex that was distracting if nothing else.

It was weird when their bond was described in such clinical terms – In fact when you described their roles and potential power like that, Stiles could see why many would leave their pack alone. It was just too fucking bad that the Alpha pack was not amongst those willing to leave the pack alone.

Stiles mood became downright fucking murderous in school when he saw the fucked-up-alpha-twins joining their classes. It was their Senior year and he did not want them screwing up his GPA – he was in a personal battle with Lydia for who would be top. His mood was so bad that it must have transmitted through the bonds because he got texts from his partners asking what the 911 was and he also got Ally asking what was wrong as her Dad had text her as well.

It was a little weird for her that her Dad's new partner - was actually two partners, and one of them was strictly speaking her age. Stiles had saved it by saying that he looked after all of the pack anyway and that he would continue to do so they should all just suck it up. It was a truth universally acknowledged that no matter what his species if Stiles put his foot down then you were going to do what he wanted.

As per usual, the pack sat together at lunch and many would give them a wide berth. They had somehow, become the badass popular group that you did not talk to lest you actually gain their attention. Lydia's eyes fluttered over to the twins, who were new in school, "They part of the crazy pack?"

Stiles really did want to bless preternatural hearing. It allowed for him to screw with people using all of his sarcastic skills without being in a claws distance. "Worse they are the crazy inbred part as they can merge into one super-duper fucked up Alpha."

"Well that is scary." Scott said.

Stiles smirked, "That was Peter said last night in fact he may have even gone as far as to mention testicles being scared up into his chest."

Lydia because she was pure-evil-god-bless-her-heart asked the question that Stiles needed, "What did you say after?"

Stiles smirked, "I offered to suck them back down,"

All the Betas wrinkled their noses, "Gross now I have a picture of mom and dad doing it in my head," Scott whined.

Stiles looked innocent as he put another one of his curly fries into his mouth. "Consider it payback for the months I endured of you at your worst."

The pack all nodded causing the couple to blush. Stiles didn't feel a little mean as he'd had ringside seats to the whole supernatural-Romeo-Juliet affair. The pack had several comments that they could make but were smart enough to know that a) Stiles would have an innuendo laden reply and b) the Twins would report anything back to their leader.

They could wait until they got back to the safety of Stiles' wards around the Pack House.

Deucalion was so assured of his packs power that he was blind (pun intended) to the possibility that he might lose. Peter and the pack were able to come up with several plans first to contain them and secondly to take them out if necessary. Poor Isaac had been caught unawares on a rare occasion that he was alone. The pack had come to his aid as soon as he sent up a distressed howl and since then the rules was simple - no one goes out alone ever.

Isaac was still justifiably bitter, "How do we take out the super freaky twins?"

Chris was calm and whacked a gun on the table. Well, calling it a gun would be too simplistic - it was a gun and a missile and it was as beautiful as it was deadly. Stiles was having to work hard, not to get aroused - but he was a big boy now and his pack was at risk. Still upon hearing the conversation of some of the females - it was nice to know that he was not the only one who appreciated Papa Argent.

"Damn Papa Argent got game." Erica whistled.

Stiles smirked because yes he did and only he and Peter got to enjoy it.

Peter chided, "Erica don't tease Boyd about silver foxes we need to plan our attack."

Lydia was grinning, "We all know Stiles hit the jackpot."

Jackson was not impressed and pouted, which was perfect as that was what Lydia was aiming for. He looked extra hot when he pouted. She wasn't solely with Jackson for his looks but the chiselled jawbones were a pretty extra - she couldn't lie.

Peter rolled his eyes, "Here are the rules. We patrol each night in pairs. If you come across the Alpha's hideout you call for back up and we go after them."

The annoying thing was that the Hale Pack found the warehouse but it was at the expense of two of their betas. The minute Boyd and Erica failed to check in Peter asked Stiles to scry for them. He did and the minute one of the long forgotten warehouse spaces came up on his map - they knew what had happened. The Alpha pack had delivered a serious strike – they had captured two of their own. The only positive aspect to all of this was that the wolves were in fact alive.

Stiles looked up with fire in his eyes, "They harm a hair on their head we burn their world down around their ears."

"Agreed." Chris said the fire in his eyes. He was mentally preparing for the fight. He'd trained all his life to take on werewolves - the Alpha pack would be the first time he'd enjoy taking them down. He was a father first and Boyd and Erica were the same age as Allison. He could not Boyd and Erica stay in the hands of the twisted pack.

Peter's eyes burned red, "Let's go hunting."

The pack howled as they headed towards the warehouse. This would end one way or another - they were through walking on eggshells.

The pack had burst into the warehouse. They were determined to end it here and now. The Alpha pack had nipped at their heels for too long. The pack to begin with had been willing to stick with tradition after all; if the Alpha pack had been following to their true purpose - then they filled a vital service. There were some packs that were formed from the feral and they need to be put down in order to protect the secrecy of the supernatural.

The pack was systematic and en-masse anyone would struggle to deal with their group work. The Betas teamed up with Allison. The wolves used their strength and numbers not to kill but rather restrain. It was a perfect plan as it meant that the crazy Alpha twins were stock still for Allison to shot with a Wolfsbane arrow to the heart,

It worked beautifully and the Alpha pack was now down to three wolves. Stiles was beginning to like these odds more and more.

Kali growled, "They were my pack!"

Stiles shrugged calmly, standing on one side of Peter whilst Chris stood on the other side. It was quite a picture of just why the Hale Pack was still standing. "

Peter heard the words too and snorted, "You took two of my pack and have harmed them ... I chose to retaliate with lethal force as it is my right."

Ennis snarled, "I will rip your throat out Hunter!"

Kali sneered at Peter, "I will rip your heart out of your chest."

Stiles trusted his mates that Peter and Chris would reign victorious in their fights against their Alpha opponents. They probably thought that they should leave the human to the blind pack leader. He would kill the human chew toy easily and all would be well with the world.

Stiles heard the roar and shout, "I am the Demon-wolf and I will never die."

He heard the words and snapped. He remembered the threats and the fear that his pack had lived under. He could not let the threat remain. He took the piece of splintered mountain ash-wood in his pocket. He delved deep within himself and willed it to stay true. Taking a final breath - he threw it. He didn't crow when it worked - He watched Deucalion glance down with his sightless eyes at his chest. It would do no good. Stiles had made sure that he got the heart. He was going to be dead within a minute - or however long it took a werewolf to complete a breath.

Deucalion never even realised when the wood slammed into his chest. Stiles noted, "huh fur can be flammable."

And then winced when he realised that Peter was there - he hoped he'd not triggered his Alpha lover or he would feel guilty for years.

The pack were hot on his heels, howling as they entered the warehouse. Peter got to him first he was in full wolf form and carefully moved around the fire. Stiles laughed as Peter licked his face, and rubbed himself all over Stiles checking for injuries, "Sorry no fur pelt."

Chris was looking around, the Alpha pack was decimated and the Hale pack was victorious once again. Peter was impressed and turned on, "You wouldn't leave any of him for us?"

Stiles shook his head, "He was not worth the bullets and I'm pretty sure that if you ripped out his throat ... he would have burnt your fangs."

Chris chuckled. It was one of the reasons that their pack worked so well. You don't screw with the Hale Pack - Peter, Chris and Stiles didn't like it when you did. And let's face it they were the ones you needed to worry about it.