AN: okay don't hate me too much. There are many things that have occurred within the past two weeks. 1) I was with my grandparents who have no wifi and 2) I had major writer's block, like I couldn't even think of a plot line for this chapter. But I felt that I owed you guys this chapter so I wrote it all day today and didn't stop until I finished it. And last chapter I put Cassie instead or Carrie. ooops, my bad. Hope this chapter makes up for it because there are definitely lies, deceits, feels (hopefully), and explaining in this chapter. It is over 5k words (without the author's notes) just because I felt that I owe you guys a long chapter since I have been MIA for two more weeks than originally thought and I just couldn't find a point to stop. Thanks to those that have followed and favorited this story. Thanks.

~Warnings: Unbeta'd. Sometimes I read my chapter and I'm like was I high when I wrote this? Oh god the grammar mistakes. Don't know how you guys put up with it.

Disclaimer: Oh the things I'd do if I owned Supernatural...I mean Teen Wolf, uh well I would tell you guys Stiles' real first name.

Chapter 10: Of Lies and Deceit

Scott stared at the figure in front of him. It was definitely Stiles according to the smell, but he looked so different. His hair had lightened with copper and gold highlights in the sun, whereas before it had been black with occasional brown highlights. His skin had darkened at least four shades, his friend no longer deathly pale, but now a healthy color. His eyes had changed, too. Before the Nogistune they were a whiskey color in the sun with tiny flecks of amber in them near the pupil, but then they changed to a dull dark brown. The eyes he was looking at now reminded him of the old Stiles. They were now a brown honey color with gold flecks peppering the outside of the iris and the area near the pupil took on a red hue. The outfit practically screamed Stiles with the loud top and dull bottoms with neutral shoes.

After a few seconds, Scott's shock wore off and relief washed over him. He was the first to respond by tackling his friend who had been standing there with a slight smile gracing his features. Scott tightly hugged Stiles as he let the various emotions race through his system. He squeezed Stiles as if he would disappear and Scott was so glad when he felt Stiles' arms tighten in response. Malia soon joined in the hug. Both supernatural creatures scenting and smelling their fellow pack member. While Malia and Scott were trying to squeeze the life out of Stiles, Lydia waited her turn by introducing the pack to the three figures lounging in the house. She stepped around the hug-fest and met the man that had walked forward. He was wearing khakis with a blue and white horizontal striped polo. He extended his hand as he spoke.

"Hello. I'm Michael Abrams. That's my son, Trevor Abrams and my brother, Jaime Abrams." Trevor gave a small wave when his name was announced whereas Jaime only gave a minute nod. Trevor was wearing an orange shirt with red trunks; Lydia scrunched her nose in slight disgust at the coloring. However, it seemed that his Uncle had good taste; he was wearing black slacks with a violet dress shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a Rolex adorned his wrist.

Scott had released Stiles and stood next to Lydia to study the trio. Lydia shook his hand stating her name. Scott had reached out to grab Michael's hand when it was offered.

"I'm Scott McCall and Malia Tate is over there crushing my friend, Stiles Stilinski. However, you already knew that." Scott mumbled the last bit looking a bit embarrassed.

Stiles and Malia had let go of each other and Stiles walked over with Malia following close behind as if she was guarding the boy. Stiles stood in the middle of the two groups, but before he could speak, Lydia briskly walked forward and gave him a hug. It was a quick hug, but sweet nonetheless.

"So now that you guys have met one another, I hope that there won't be any other misunderstandings." Stiles said as he rotated in a circle to address the whole group.

"Stiles?" Scott whispered harshly.

"Hmm?"

"Could you come here for a second? I have a question that needs answered."

"Sure thing." Stiles stepped up to Scott looking slightly down to address his friend.

Now, that the pleasantries were out of the way, Scott tugged Stiles down and whispered into his ear.

"Why was there a foreign werewolf smell all over your hotel room? 'Cause those guys over there smell completely normal." A small growl emanated from Malia at the statement. Stiles quickly glanced at the others.

"Scott. They know." Stiles straightened himself to look into the eyes of his friend.

"How?" Surprisingly, Malia spoke up.

Mike and Jaime glanced at one another then to Stiles, who cleared his throat.

"They're like me." Stiles knew it was the truth, but he was still nervous. Could werewolves detect half-truths?

"What do you mean?" Lydia narrowed her eyes, studying each expression. Jaime stepped up to answer her.

"We can all use magic."

"Like a witch." Scott deadpanned and Trevor wrinkled his nose.

"You know that you guys' assumptions will get all of you hurt."

"Probably." Stiles shrugged as Scott stiffened.

"Is that a threat?" Scott growled.

"Oh no. Just some advice. Stiles said something similar when he found out." Trevor backpedaled; he did not want an angry Alpha to attack him.

"Well we're not exactly witches. Remember what Deaton does?"

"Yeah…" Scott was still unsure.

"It's like that only just more chanting and spells. And not so cryptic."

"Okay." Scott still sounded confused despite his statement. Lydia sighed; Stiles had a unique way of putting things.

Stiles furrowed his eyebrows for a second before his face lit up. He clapped his hands together.

"Alrighty. To answer your question, you will need to sit down because it's a long story."

Lydia did not need to be told twice because she strode over to the armchair and claimed it. The other two looked unsure of where to sit. Michael stood up, motioned to the newly vacated couch, and left for the kitchen to grabs drinks. Trevor made a noise that was a cross between a sigh and a groan before following suit. Jaime walked to the door announcing that he needed to get back to work. He gave the occupants of the room a tight smile before in one fluid movement; he opened the door and walked out. Stiles turned back to his friends when the door closed with a soft click.

He noticed that Trevor was leaning on the other side of the bar peering out of the kitchen.

"What is he doing?" Stiles jerked his chin in the direction he assumed Trevor's father was.

Trevor huffed out a laugh. "He's doing what he always done when there is going to be a story telling; he's making flavored water."

"Ah…Awesome. That stuff was good." Stiles nodded and turned back to the living room. He looked at his friends whose features were laced with concern.

"What happened?" Scott softly asked.

"Well…I-I just needed a break. Beacon Hills was starting to become suffocating. Even though it wasn't me, I can still s-". Stiles cleared his throat. "I-I still feel guilty for what happened." He wrung his hands together and took a deep breath. Malia meekly raised her hand.

A small chuckle escaped his lips that chased away his nervousness and Stiles nodded to her.

"Why the beach?" Scott stiffened in his chair eyes widening fractionally. His gaze locked with Stiles' as Stiles looked around.

Phantom pain shot through his heart as some memories came to the surface. He looked away from Scott and quickly glanced at Lydia who had become concerned. He moved his gaze to Malia who had become confused because she could not decipher the meaning behind the quick exchange of looks around her.

"The beach was my mother's favorite place to visit."

He did not know who was more surprised, Scott or him, when the words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them. Stiles figured that now it was out he had better tell the backstory.

"When she died," Stiles voice cracked as he said 'when', "We came here to honor her memory. She and I always loved the beach – even during the dead of winter. We would always come to a beach around here whenever my mom felt like she needed peace. I kind of adopted the same thing, you know learned behavior from a parent kind of thing. My dad always would come with us, but he would stay out of the water, especially during the winter." He smiled and closed his eyes as a memory fought its way to the front of his mind.

He missed the perplexed look that the trio shared at his last statement.

Flashback

Stiles watched as the snow flew past his window. He had both hands gripping the edge of the ledge to keep his hands somewhat as he leaned on the window. His mom had just told him that they would be at the beach shortly. He continued to stare out the window trying to catch a glimpse of the yellow and white sand he had grown to love. He quickly glanced at his mom who even though had the back of her head facing him; he knew that she was doing the same thing.

He started fidgeting when he finally caught a glimpse of the elusive sight before it vanished again behind the buildings that covered the area next to the road. Too excited at finally seeing the beach after a year, he did not notice the hushed conversation that was taking place in the front cab.

"We can't keep coming here; it could make you sicker." Stiles father stated.

"I know, but I want to give him some happy memories before I get worse and can't leave the hospital." She whispered wringing her hands together. The two adults shared a soulful look, before Claudia broke it and looked to her son.

He counted the falling ice crystals as if he was measuring the time in an attempt to make it pass by faster. Stiles had stopped counting when he reached over a hundred, his limited schooling preventing him from counting any higher.

Shortly after he had ceased his counting, the car slowed to a stop and his dad shut it off. His excitement rose and he turned his head to look into his mother's eyes, which were twinkling with that same delight. She exited the car gracefully and opened Stiles' door. He gripped the seatbelt that was strapped against his chest. He waited patiently as expert fingers nimbly unlocked his restraints. He pushed himself out of the seat into his mother's awaiting arms.

"You are almost too big for me to do this." She said as she poked his nose.

She placed him on her hip and closed the door. Its soft thud lost to the roar of the winter waves. His dad had opened the back to pull out the chairs. She yelled at him over the wind.

"We will be over there!" He responded with a wave.

She broke into a smile, which her son mimicked. She looked at the crashing waves and Stiles turned to follow her gaze.

"Race you there?" She had a mischievous smile on her face.

"Put me down!" Stiles yelled excitedly.

She gently placed him on the ground. Stiles bolted forward as fast as his little legs could carry him.

"I'm going to beat you there!" His laughs were ringing through the air, his mother not far behind.

"Oh no you won't!"

Her husband was closing the hatch to the back of the vehicle when he heard their laughter. He chuckled and shook his head at his family's weird habits of playing in the water during winter. However, he will be sitting on the lawn chair reading a book. He grumbled about how he will be the one sick for the next week even though he has bundled up whereas, his son and wife will tease him about not wearing enough layers throughout the whole week. He sighed and opened the book.

End Flashback

Scott pulled Stiles from the memory saying his name.

"Earth to Stiles." Scott yelled as he waved his hand through the air.

"He does that quite often." Trevor noted from the kitchen.

"Shove it!" Stiles said in mock anger.

He crossed his arms over his chest before he began again.

"After the whole mess with the Nogistune, I wanted some time alone before going on a mission to find Derek. He's gone missing." He supplied the anecdote for Trevor who nodded in thanks. "So I came here, but I wasn't here long. The next day, actually a couple of hours after I talked to you, Scott, I was taken by the Alpha's pack here. She questioned me about our Pack, but I refused and in retaliation she took my memories."

Stiles skipped over the gory details not wanting a vengeful Alpha rampaging through the town. Another reason for his secrecy is that his wounds are all gone, not even a scar remained. Not wanting to out the people that saved him without their permission, he stuck to speaking in half-truths and leaving out some details here or there.

"I regained my memories because of my powers overpowering the Alpha's hold on them."

Stiles quickly glanced at Trevor who ducked into the kitchen. Lydia narrowed her eyes at the exchange. He looked at each of his fellow pack members' faces gauging their expressions before taking a deep breath.

"Trevor found me and took me under his roof. He helped me massively because he gave me clothes and helped me through the days without my memories. He even t-". Stiles was interrupted by Scott's phone ringing, quite loudly. Scott winced and scrambled to find his phone. His face became pale when he looked at the caller id. He hesitated before he answered the phone.

"Hey."

Stiles could not hear the other side of the conversation, nor did he want to from the looks of Scott's face. It took a few seconds before it clicked for Stiles. He leaned over snatching the phone from his hand.

"-gone just like my son. Now where are you!?" Stiles tried to stop himself from laughing, but one got past his defense. The other side went deathly quiet.

The Sheriff's voice had a taken on a dangerous undertone. "Scott. Did you just laugh at this?! This isn't funny my son is -"

"Right here, Dad." Stiles could hear the sharp intake of breath and the sigh of relief his father took a moment later.

"Oh thank god. I was so worried that something happened. If something did- Wait, where are you?"

"I'm at 176 Roosevelt Lane. And before you ask I'm fine, no bruises or bumps. Now I have a question for you how much money did you bring?" Trevor's laughter could be heard in the living room. It had caused the two super-hearers to jump at its abruptness.

"How did you- Never mind. Yes, I brought money, but I'm not telling you how much. I'm actually waiting at the motel room, you know, where you are supposed to be."

"Ah. It'll be like 10-15 minutes then. Don't worry we'll wait up for you. I only got to the part where Trevor found me."

The Sheriff laughed. "You said 176 Roosevelt Lane, right?"

"Yep."

"Okay. I have to let you go to use the GPS."

His dad's voice was laced with concern. Guilt washed over him when he realized that he had caused the anxiety and hesitation Stiles heard in his voice.

"Don't worry, Dad. You'll see me in a few minutes." Stiles voice was soft and he turned away so he was not facing his friends.

"See you soon, Stiles."

"See ya, Dad." Stiles ended the call and tossed the phone back to Scott, who caught it with ease.

He called out for Trevor in the kitchen. He appeared moments later by sticking his head out of the doorway.

"Yeah?"

"My dad will be here shortly, just in case your dad needs to know for the drink making."

Trevor chuckled. "I'll inform him." He disappeared back into the kitchen where you could hear some muffled laughter escaping from its depths.

"How did you actually retrieve your memories?" Lydia's voice cut through the cheerful atmosphere. Stiles paused before he answered.

"I told you the truth. After seeing you guys near the boardwalk, it triggered the memories to return." He minutely swallowed knowing that Lydia was studying his every move. He broke eye contact with her and internally winced at seeing the expressions of the two 'were's on the couch. Both were sporting the same look; eyes squinted and mouths drawn into a line. They must have detected that he had lied.

Before Stiles could lose to his guilt, Trevor walked out of the kitchen juggling four glasses. His dad not far behind shaking his head at his son's antics, he was also carrying three more glasses. As soon as Trevor set the glasses down on the glass of the coffee table, he was enveloped in a hug. He frantically looked for Stiles figuring that it would be Stiles hugging him, but he found that he was now leaning against the bar talking to the red head – err, Lydia.

"Thank you for all you have done for Stiles." Scott said as he released him as quickly as he had hugged him.

"It's really no problem. We're glad to have found Fa-Stiles in one piece. Fatal mistake on their part 'cos now we can identify them." Trevor had a wild look in his eyes and Stiles looked up to see that Scott soon got the same look.

"Oh no. No. No way." Stiles set down the glass forgetting his conversation with Lydia who had gone quiet after noticing Trevor's slip up.

"What?" Scott and Trevor said at the same time. Both looking at each other in confusion at their synchronization.

"No to either of your plans."

Trevor sputtered and leaned against the couch's armrest. He crossed his arms over his chest in protest.

"Why not?" Scott whined. "It's actually a good plan!"

"You're plans never work!" Stiles retorted.

"The one with Gerald did." Scott said smugly as he leaned back into the couch cushions. "And your plans aren't any better! I always end up hurt when we follow your plans." He wagged his finger at Stiles.

"That was pure dumb luck." Stiles shot back. "And that's not t-"

"If both of you would stop bickering like an old married couple, we could discuss this like adults." Lydia spoke up leaning forward to rest her elbows on her knees.

"None of us are legal yet, Lydia. Besides Trevor's dad." Scott pointed out.

"Wait. Trevor, aren't you 18 or something?" Stiles inquired his face a mask of concentration as he searched his memories for any inclination of the other's age.

Trevor laughed loudly. "Or something. I'm barely 16."

"What?" Stiles choked out. "You're younger than all of us!"

"Why would you think any differently?" Trevor still had tremors of laughs running through his system.

"Hmmm. I don't know. Just that you look older than me."

"Everyone looks older than you." Scott joked under his breath. Stiles gave him a pointed stare.

"So what's your plan?" Malia piped up. Stiles jumped forgetting that the were-coyote was on the couch behind him since she had been quiet for some time.

"Well Stiles here could describe them while we wait for his dad to arrive."

"That's not a bad idea." Michael interjected. Trevor beamed at his dad. "But, how about we wait for his father to show because as a police officer – that correct?" Michael asked Stiles who nodded in return. "-he has slightly more experience with these type of situations." Michael wiped his hands on a towel and threw it on a hook that rested just inside the kitchen.

No sooner than he said that, the two people with enhanced hearing, their heads shot up and eyes focused on the door. Stiles focused on his hearing. It increased so much that he winced when he heard the car – probably his dad's patrol car – door slam. He was tempted to shut it off, but he could hear the way his dad's heart pounded and it matched his quick steps up the walkway to the porch. Before he could make a move to the door, Trevor darted forward nearly clipping himself on the lamp by the door. He whipped open the door to see the Sheriff jogging up the porch steps. Stiles bolted to the door standing next to Trevor who to Stiles dismay was slightly taller than he.

Stiles grumbled to himself about life and its fairness, not noticing his father freeze on the top step. Trevor moved away from the door, which caught Stiles attention. He looked to his father who was eyeing his son looking for any sign of damage.

"Hey, Dad. Long time no see." He weakly waved and stepped forward to hug his dad who mirrored the movement. His dad's arms soon encircled Stiles.

"You're okay." His dad rasped out.

Stiles bit his tongue to prevent himself from speaking about what had happened.

"Yeah Dad." His dad pulled back and patted him on the shoulder. His eyes narrowed.

"You're tan. Well tanner than when you left."

"That's what happens to people at the beach." Stiles quipped letting go of his dad and moving to bring the conversation into the house. He dad scoffed as he followed.

Stiles shut the door as his dad introduced himself to both Trevor and Michael. Stiles looked around for a comfortable seat. His dad turned to him, his eyes were accusing so was his tone.

"How come you didn't answer your phone? Also, why are you here instead of your hotel room?"

"See now. I was taken and so were my memories. They arrived -"he waved to the Pack, "- they triggered the memories to return. They found the address, though I don't know how. Apparently, they called you, but didn't tell you that they switched locations. That leads us to now. You arrived just before I started to describe my kidnappers." His father winced at his easygoing tone, but Stiles was only speaking in this way to prevent his anxiety from returning.

"And pray tell why you didn't go to the local police?"

"They were werewolves." Stiles stated.

Silence descended as he let the information sink in. Stiles could see the gears turning in his dad's head, as he looked Stiles over again for any injuries. His shoulders sagged in relief as he noticed that his son was fine, physically at least. Mentally –

'Well, Stiles isn't driving himself home. He is going to be riding with me in the car.' The Sheriff thought firmly.

"Alright. Can I have a pen and paper?" The Sheriff asked breaking the silence.

"You bet." Mike said as he opened the drawer on the little side table next to the couch. He handed the items to the Sheriff who sat up straighter in his chair.

He clicked the pen looking expectantly to Stiles.

"What? ...Wait, never mind." He took a swig of the flavored water that Lydia had handed him when he sat down next to Malia before leaning forward.

"Okay." He clapped and looked to Malia who gave him a reassuring look. He cleared his throat before starting.

"Well, I only saw two of them, but they wanted information on our numbers, so I assume that they wanted to know if they have more members." He took note of Scott's face.

"For an attack." Stiles said flatly.

"The two that questioned me were the Alpha and I believe her Second. They took me from my hotel room as I was sleeping, probably lackeys that did it. Their Alpha's name is Melissa – I know weird coincidence – she handled me more than Jacob did. She was tall, maybe a few inches shorter than me, but I'm not sure considering I was tied to a chair." Stiles did not miss the dark look that crossed Scott and his dad's faces.

"She was blond, it was curled, but I couldn't tell if they were natural or not. It was a honey blond with some light tints to it. There was very little lighting so it could be lighter than that. She was pale almost paler than me-", 'at the time' he thought.

"- Her eyes were most extraordinary. They were so green when she wasn't flashing her Alpha eyes at me. I can't even begin to describe their actual color because they seemed to change with the light. In the dark, they seemed to be a forest green, but when she was up close they were a lime green. Now, the other person looked more like a werewolf. He reminded me of Derek; all buff and stern – only he didn't do that eyebrow thing. He was average height like Scott-"

Stiles ignored Scott's indigent shout.

"-He had brown hair that reached his ears. He was a normal color; not tan, but not pale either. His eyes were interesting because they were gold."

Mike took in this information the quickest.

"That means the Alpha was the one who has been killing people."

That got everyone's – minus the Murúchs – attention.

"Killings?" The Sheriff had an edge to his voice. Only his son would pick a place where there had been werewolf killings as a vacation spot.

"Yeah. There have been three killings within the past month. We suspect that they have someone on the force considering they are calling them shark attacks."

"Well this has been entertaining, but I have work." Mike moved to the door.

Both Lydia and the Sheriff gave Stiles a look that said that they were not through with the conversation. He sighed knowing that he was in for a full interrogation later. The Sheriff wrote down the last few details on the pad quickly.

Trevor rose from the armrest of the couch.

"I'm going with you."

"Me, too." Stiles voiced from the couch.

"I believe we all are." The Sheriff said as the Beacon Hills pack stood at the same time as Stiles.

Mike just shrugged and grabbed the keys off the hook above the light switch. Trevor was the last one out of the house therefore, he was the one who turned the light off and closed the door. His dad was quick and locked the door with ease.

Trevor struck up a conversation with Scott and Malia about the shop while the Sheriff discussed how to further precautionary measures with Mike. Meanwhile, Stiles navigated his way through a conversation with Lydia about how his fishing trip earlier this week went.

Carrie had arrived to work late because of the impromptu meeting Alpha had called this morning. It was called to discuss her seeing the boy, whose name she couldn't pronounce nor did she care, with Trevor the other day. She had to recount the encounter before the whole pack, which took longer than originally thought because they had diverged off topic when she described his physical state. From which, a heated debate, about whether to offer him a place in the pack or make sure that he stayed dead once and for all, had ensued.

She was spared from Michael's wrath when he had to leave for a family emergency, well, according to Xaviera who was put in charge whenever he left the shop. With the boss-man gone and a friend in the head positon, Carrie could let her mind wander without repercussions.

That all changed when the scent of foreign wolves filled the air. She stiffened and readied herself to either run or fight.

She saw them walk through the door and studied them. Michael was in front wearing his classic khakis and polo combo. He was walking side by side with some man in a brown outfit.

'Boring.' She thought and averted her attention to the teenagers in the back. Trevor was looking as handsome as ever in his t-shirt and trunks. However, he was talking to two new people.

The female was wearing torn skinnies with strapped combat boots with a graphic tee under a dark blue tee. Carrie soon switched to the male. He had styled hair and his fashion sense was good, but his jaw threw her off.

'How does that even happen?' She thought as she shook her head.

The boy was wearing a lime green shirt and black trunks. He was sporting the gray shoes that they had purchased the other day. The red head had on black leggings with ankle boots with a heel. She was wearing a green dress with a black jacket. She sniffed again and noticed that two people by Trevor had frozen, their eyes flashing blue and red.

Quickly, Carried ducked behind the sunglasses display case.

'Oh shit.' A pit formed in her stomach and figuring that running was her best bet she tried to maneuver her way to the door. She could see the two wolves prowling the store. The girl heading in Carrie's direction and the Alpha walking towards the shoes. Her boss stood with the old man in front of the door as if they were guarding it.

'Dammit, they are.' Carrie corrected herself. With her enhanced eyesight, she saw the gun before the badge, which caused her heartbeat to pick up.

'I'll have to use my speed and strength to get b-' her thought was cut off with a yell. Her head snapped in the direction of the sound.

"We know you're in here. If you surrender peacefully, we won't hurt you. We just want to talk to your alpha." The boy-the newly turned werewolf- was speaking.

Even if Carrie did not hear the angry growls that echoed through the air from the wolves and humans alike at his promise not to hurt her, she could hear the skip in his heart that told her he was lying. Carrie waited by the snow globes, slowly inching forward to the exit. She had calmed her heart to avoid detection.

After straining her hearing and deciding that it was now or never, he ran to the door. She shouldered past the police officer – she'll have to talk to Richard about this rogue officer – on the way out. She heard her pursuers and pushed her legs to their limit. She ran until she saw a huge group of people down by the pier. She ran in their direction as an idea formed in her mind. She thoroughly rubbed her scent on each person she ran past.

She did not let herself look back afraid that if she did she would lose precious time or she would fall thus allowing them to catch her. She ran until she reached the warehouse where she pushed open the cast iron door and slammed it shut. Carrie locked it as she howled to alert the other pack members to reinforce the other entrances. She used her last bit of energy to sprint up the three flights of stairs to reach her Alpha.

Carrie burst into the room shouting that the True Alpha was in town and they wanted the Alpha. She did not care that she interrupted a military meeting of her Alpha, nor the fact that she could have led them to the warehouse, only that she needed to warn her Alpha of the danger that these wolves presented. She only succumbed to the darkness that had been encroaching on her vision since she entered the warehouse when her Alpha said she did the right thing and could rest. Carrie collapsed onto the caring arms of her Alpha. She missed the call to arms and her Alpha saying the plans were to be moved forward. All that she cared now was that her Pack was safe as she drifted off into her dreams.

AN: Wow so how about that chapter huh. Hopefully ya'll enjoyed the little scene with Mama Stilinski and that it actually makes sense. Okay lets see next chapter is in the works so I'm not entirely sure when I'll be able to post it. Will the pack track down Carrie? What are the so called plans Alpha Melissa has? How will Michael and Trevor react knowing now that one of their employees was a part of the killer pack? Will there be a fight? Who will die? Find out next time in Chapter 11: Off to War.

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