The woods were mostly the same, Justin thought as he looked around. It was brighter than he'd anticipated, not just from the sunlight, but the atmosphere. It felt like he stood in a different forest entirely, even the smells were different in some undefinable way. Justin looked around, soaking in the feel of the preserver with an active werewolf pack, and wondered how hard it would be to bring it back to his own people.

He glanced at his companions, Boyd was looking up at the tree tops, almost in awe, while Mik and Wren were watching him.

"This is private property."

Justin turned to find a pair of men standing behind him. The first he recognized all too well, it was Peter. He held himself very still, terrified that he'd do something stupid and end up killing the wolf. The other man was clearly a relative of Derek and Laura, in that he had Derek's insane eye color and Laura's chin.

"My name is Vernon Boyd," Boyd said, "I'm the Envoy of the McCall Pack. My companions are Justin, our Warden, Wren, our Stewart, and Mik, a beta. We need to speak with Alpha Hale, it's an emergency. Your pack is in danger."

"I can't say I've ever heard of the McCall Pack," Peter mused.

Justin snarled softly, calling their attention, "You have a choice. Take us to Talia now, or I will destroy you and then go to Talia on my own. Make your choice."

"Peter," the other beta said, "we'll take them to Talia." He offered his hand, "I'm Zackery Hale, Talia is my wife. This is Peter Hale."

"Oh, we know exactly who Peter Hale is," Wren said with a cheerful smile.

"I wasn't aware I was famous," Peter said.

Mik muttered something in German and Justin snorted, "What he said."

"Is there a reason you seem to hate my packmate?" Zackery asked.

Boyd shook his head slightly, "Hopefully we'll be able to settle things with Alpha Hale, if you would conduct us."

"Of course," Zackery said, "follow me."

They headed through the woods to the Hale House, with Zackery and Peter leading, and Boyd just behind them. Justin was surprised to find himself flanked by Wren and Mik. He glanced at Wren, who shook her head slightly with a sad smile. Mik bumped his shoulder and Justin tilted his head at the younger man. Mik tilted his head and murmured, "Even if you're ready, I'm kind of really not."

"We have to be," Justin replied as his phone buzzed. "Hold on a minute," he called softly as he took his phone out.

"Does that even work?" Wren asked.

Justin grinned at her, "Finally got the signal straight. It works anywhere I need it to work, and no roaming charges." He pulled up the scan apps and frowned slightly as he read through the messages, "I don't suppose you have video surveillance in the trees," he said finally.

"No," Zackery said, sounding puzzled.

"Hold on," Justin said. He shifted through the app, sending quick commands to the cameras. "Sorry, but someone is spying on you. There's a camera up there," he pointed to one of the pines to his left. "Not sure what it picks up from that angle, but it's there."

"Got it," Mik said, and was scrambling up the tree moments later. "Do you want I should bring it down, or are we spoofing them?"

Justin glanced at Zackery, "Your territory."

Zackery bit his lip, "What does spoof mean?"

"Means that I can make the cameras show what I want them to see," Justin said, "I can loop a short, blank recording so all they see is an empty forest as long as I want. I'm not sure where it's broadcasting to, but it's a couple hundred feet if they want any kind of decent signal. And whatever's receiving is probably a dead drop, maybe twenty-four hours' worth of recordings, forty-eight tops. They'd have to pick it up personally, so wherever that signal goes, it's someplace you wouldn't visit all that often or you'd notice." He waved his hand, "After we speak with the Alpha, I can help you set up some protections against this stuff." He paused, "Or, I can give you contact info for a guy I know who does this for a living."

"Seriously?" Wren asked as Boyd snorted.

"It's not like he couldn't use the business," Justin said, "and for all the trouble us 'wolves bring to the equation, it also would protect him and get him away from dependency on the color-coded idiots."

"You do know you're one of them right?" Mik asked before jumping out of the tree.

"I'm not an idiot," Justin replied. "And that's a worry for after our conversation with Alpha Hale."

Zackery sighed, "I hope this meeting is going to clear up things."

Justin chuckled, "Welcome to my world."

They emerged from the trees to the Hale House and Justin paused, with Mik and Wren a step behind him. Justin had never seen the house in its full glory, a gleaming white colonial style meant to be fortress and home for an old pack. He'd seen the ruins of what once was, falling to ash and dust, and he'd seen six years' worth of designs from Derek as to what could be, but this was amazing. This was what Laura had cried over and what sent Derek into rages, why Cora had come back to Beacon Hills.

"Everything all right?" Peter asked.

Justin stamped down on the growl in his throat, but let his eyes change, "Just fucking peachy." Then he stalked forward, with Mik and Petra a step behind. Even now, he wasn't going to give Peter the time of day or the benefit of the doubt. There was too much that had happened for him to trust even the supposedly sane Peter Hale of six years ago.

Instead he focused on the house, on the porch where a dark-haired woman waited for them. She wore a dress, her hair long and unbound, and there was an aura of no-nonsense command that Justin knew he could responded to easily, but then he remembered the floppy haired, crooked jawed Alpha he'd committed to, and straightened his spine. They were here for Scott as much as any of the others.

"Alpha Hale," Boyd said and bowed his head.

"Envoy," Talia said quietly.

"I apologize for our unannounced arrival," Boyd said, "but there wasn't a way we could get in contact you. We need to speak to you on a matter of great importance." He hesitated, "What we need to tell you isn't pleasant, but to do nothing would be to allow the Hale Pack to be destroyed."

Talia nodded slightly, "Come inside then. Would you mind if my daughter Laura joins us?"

Boyd glanced at Justin, who nodded. "That would be fine, Alpha Hale."

"Is Derek here?" Wren asked, "Because it might be better if he weren't."

"Derek is in town with some friends," Talia said, now looking at Wren.

"Sorry," Wren said, but Justin knew she wasn't repentant at all. This whole thing would work best if Derek were kept out of it as much as possible.

They entered the house and Justin tried not to stare. There were photos everywhere, old and new. He knew Laura had some pictures she'd managed to collect, but compared to what he could see on just one set of shelves, Laura didn't even have an eighth of the pictures she used to have.

"Mom?"

Justin froze, and Mik and Wren moved to flank him, Mik with their shoulders pressed firmly together and Wren tangling their fingers together for mutual reassurance.

"It's all right, Laura," Talia said. "We have guests from another pack. Why don't you come down and join us?

Justin focused on his breathing as someone came down the stairs behind him. He wanted to turn around, wanted to see his Alpha, but he couldn't. Knowing that she wouldn't know him, might never know him, he was terrified to look. Wren was trembling, nearly vibrating, and Mik had his eyes closed and was barely breathing.

"Are you all right?" Zackery asked.

"They'll be okay," Boyd said, "but we should probably show you our… other credentials before we go into that. Justin, you ready?"

"No," Justin said as he carefully freed himself from Wren's grasp. "But I'm doing it anyways." He moved to give himself plenty of room, carefully not looking at Laura, but focusing instead on Talia and Zackery. "I will say that if you tell anyone about this, my people will immediately provide equal information and proof about werewolves to the media. My first Alpha called a mutual destruction pact." Then he pulled out his Turbo key and braced for impact.

"Shift into Turbo! Mountain Blaster Turbo Power!"

Now he could look at Laura, hidden behind the helmet of a power ranger. She was seventeen and innocent and it was like getting kicked in the groin. Justin had never seen Laura without even a hint of grief to her. Even at her happiest moments, Laura had always grieved what had been taken from her. This Laura, she was stunned and awed, even excited, but there was no sense of grief. She didn't know him, but then Justin realized that he didn't know her either.

"You're a power ranger," Talia Hale said, bringing Justin out of his thoughts.

"Yes, I am," Justin said and pulled his helmet off. The suit would muffle his heart, but he knew they'd still get scent readings with the helmet gone. "My name is Justin Stewart of Earth, Blue Turbo Ranger, and Warden of the McCall Pack. My older brother is Zhane of KO-35, Silver Astro Ranger. My packmates and I have come here from the future to change time itself."

"Why?" Peter asked.

Justin glared at him, "Two reasons, one, because what will happen to the Hale Pack creates the McCall Pack, which will become the McHale Pack. And the McHale Pack will become so utterly badass that even Ranger villains will try to stop them from being created by way of time travel. And two, I live in a time where you, Peter Hale, murdered my Alpha, Laura Hale, because of the psychotic break you suffered after the Hale Pack tragedy."

Zackery snarled, but Talia pressed her hand into his arm and he hesitated. "Maybe we should sit down. This sounds like it's a long story."

They settled around the dining room table, and Justin was hard pressed not to keep staring at the room, and all the little pieces that Laura and Derek had lost, that Laura had tried to replace, but never could.

"Now, what happened?" Talia said earnestly.

Justin turned back to her, "This is the month of April, Laura's senior year, right?"

"Right," Talia said.

"In the timeline we inhabit, six years ago, during Laura and Derek's last week of school, the pack is trapped inside the Hale house and burned alive. Laura and Derek went to school early for the last track team meeting of the year, but everyone else was at the house. We learned about four months ago that Cora was captured by the arsonists and held prisoner for a while before escaping and hiding in South America, but only Talia and Peter were pulled out of the house. Talia died of her wounds in the hospital and Peter was comatose."

"Everyone?" Laura asked.

"Everyone," Justin replied quietly. He paused, "Well, there's your human cousin who's estranged from the pack, but we've declined to locate her because there is a warrant for her arrest and past history indicates she'd suicide by cop rather than go to jail."

Talia's lips thinned at that. "And you know who caused this tragedy?"

Justin nodded, "I do. However, we've agreed that simply going after this one Hunter would only lead to trouble we're not prepared to avert. We have a plan that will not only take down this Hunter, but another Hunter, who is actually worse."

"Believe me," Wren said, "Knowing what we know, I'd love to just run off and dig my claws into that one until there's nothing left to identify her by, but Justin makes a good case."

"Killing's easy," Justin said, "but there's no justice in the event. Given proper incentives, I know that the other Hunter will come after me, and that will allow us to bring both of them to true justice." He leaned forward slightly, "Attacking a werewolf isn't technically a crime at the moment, because there's no acknowledgement of them. Attacking a Power Ranger, even a temporally displaced one, brings in a higher level of law enforcement that I can definitely leverage into taking both of them out."

"And what would happen to them?" Zackery asked.

"They will be transported to a facility where they will be physical placed in stasis, but mentally will be subjugated to experiencing the death of every sentient being they have ever killed. They'll experience this state of being until they die or their sentence ends. At this time, it rates as seventy-five years for every sentient under the age of fifteen, decreasing in five year intervals for every ten years added to the victim's age." Justin tilted his head slightly, "It wouldn't now include feeling the Hale Pack burn, but some of the things I've dug up tells me that it won't be an easy time."

"And you're sure you can make this happen," Talia asked.

Justin smiled at her, "Before we came back, I took this case to a man I know who used to be able to manipulate and predict people to the point where his work was an ongoing Xanatos Gambit, including faking the deaths of all of his people before he retired to give them time to start over. He's the one who helped me pull this together, and if it goes south I know exactly where he is today, and I know exactly how to get him to help me. All I need from you is permission to act in your territory, and a favor."

"What favor?" Talia asked.

Justin took an envelope from his jacket and slid it across the table, "This is the location and identity of members of the McHale Pack that would benefit the assistance of a good Alpha. I'm not ashamed to admit that I put my own name on there, but there are others listed who deserve this."

Talia accepted the envelope and passed it to Zackery. "Is there any other assistance you require in this matter?"

Justin nodded, "Make sure nobody tries to kill the Hunter when you find out what's going on. I'm not telling you so that you can react properly later on. That, and allow us to make sure of the old train station as a crash point while we're here."

Talia stared at him for a long moment, her blue eyes piercing and thoughtful. She rested her arms on the table, "I need a moment to consider this. Please feel free to move about the ground floor while I discuss this with my Second and my Consort."

"Of course," Justin said, standing.