Wholly shiz guys im so sorry. I am a terrible writer. sorry. i didnt even notice it was like this when i posted it for the first time. Im sorry guys... fudge. anyway... ive fixed it. again sorry.

They stood in front of the old run down hotel that their enemies were staying in. It looked like it was condemned. The roof had a hole in it, the bars were rusty orange color, the parking lot was over grown with weeds and plants. The building as a whole needed a touch up of paint as well as repairs. It had a private property warning sign on the gate surrounding it.

The person in front of the group sniffed the air, "They know we're here."

The door of one of the hotel rooms swung open making the group tense, ready for action. This was it.

"Well, well, well, look who finally decide to show their cowardly faces," a smooth voice sneered as a beautiful woman walked out. She was flanked by three 'weres; two from the incident in the preserve that resulted in Liam.

Derek and Scott growled simultaneously, "You're the ones that have been waiting for us to make a move."

Sylvia scoffed, "And to think you made us wait this long. Where's your new little beta True Alpha? Not ready to go out and play with the big kids?"

"This doesn't involve him," Scott defended, shifting to his own beta form.

Sylvia and her lackeys followed suit, "Oh? What about your human friend? The crazy one? Oh yes, we know all about the Void. The whole supernatural world does. Its an amazing feat to be able to survive a Nogitsune possession."

"That not what we are here for. Get out of Beacon Hills or we will force you out," Derek says through his fangs.

Sylvia throws her head back in a bone chilling laugh, "Aw look at the failed Alpha making commands. How exactly do you expect to make us do anything?"

Derek growls and almost takes a step forward before Scott speaks instead, "We will give you one last chance. Leave, or you may not get out alive."

"Yes! That's what I'm talking about! Take action, spill some blood! You better fulfill your promises, True Alpha," Sylvia says with a sinister half-crazed smile.

Scott glanced at Derek who nodded. Derek glanced at Malia, Peter, Issac, Ethan, Kira and Chris. They all looked ready for battle.

Kira had out her katana, and a fire lit in her eyes. Peter, Issac, Ethan, and Malia, were all shifted, eyes glowing yellows and blues. Chris had a huge gun in both hands, ready to take a shot.

Derek felt bad that these kids had to go battle once again. They shouldn't be going to war against other lacks. They should be worried about homework, dating, what college they are going to go to.

These kids had to grow up fast. Just like him.

He took a deep breath.

He will defeat these wolves, he will save Stiles, and no one is going to die this time.

Sylvia howled a small howl and the doors to the Motel opened and stepped out the rest of their pack. Scott and their Alpha, and their emissary Mr. Tennant.

Scott room a deep breath and howled. It rang in the air and it was obvious what it was. A battle cry.

Their pack howl'd in reply before they all charged.

Stiles

Stiles felt light. His brain was so calm and silent. He felt like nothing could touch him.

He opened his eyes and saw the grey color of a popcorn ceiling above him. He felt soft sheets under him and covering him. He took a deep breath and smelt the musk of who he realized was Derek natural scent.

It was so prominent he scrunched his nose is confusion and inhaled more.

He smelt like smoky wood chips, and leather. It calmed his body, in a way that felt natural and in sync with his mind. It was an amazing feeling he'd never felt before due to his ADHD and chaotic life.

He sat up and looked around.

Apparently he was in a bed room. A book case sat on the left far wall, next to it a desk that had a photo of a young Derek, Cora and who he assumed was Laura. Next to that photo was another more recent of Boyd, Issac, and Erica smiling with a glumly looking Derek. In front of the bed, hanging on the wall was a large 50" flat screen TV that looked oddly out of place in the simple room.

He moved the blankets and let his legs fall off the bed. He was in the clothes he was in before, while at Deatons.

He looked at the clock in the bedside table and saw it was almost four in the afternoon. He wondered how long he'd been out.

He stood and stumbled slightly from being immobile. He stretched and heard his back crack loudly and sighed.

He walked slowly towards the door.

It was silent in the hall but he could hear someone moving around farther in the apartment.

He heard two people talking the closer he got to the living room.

"Apparently they have yet to meet the Alpha of the Stryker pack," he heard his dads voice tell someone.

"That's odd. Usually when two packs confront, the alphas have a face-off," he heard Ms. Morrell tell his dad.

He walked in and saw his father and Ms. Morrell sitting on the couch with mugs in their hands. Melissa was seen in the kitchen cooking something.

His father stood quickly when he entered the room, "Your awake!"

His dad ran to him, mug hazardously set on the edge of the side table. Stiles held his father just as tight as his father held him. It felt like it was so long since he felt another actual human being warmth. His dad smelt like old books and coffee, it filled his senses, it felt like going home.

"I knew you'd make it," the older man whispered in his ear. Stiles felt the warm wetness land on his shoulder from where his dad had tears falling. He himself had to clench his eyes shut, to keep from tears trailing down his own face.

He knew that why they did was risky. There was a good chance that Stiles wouldn't have survived. Especially with how the Void acted. He didn't want to think about what would have happened if he didn't wake up.

"How did you come back?" Ms. Morrell asked standing with a fearful and confused face.

Stiles looked at her calmly, "I fixed it. I'm okay now, the Void is gone."

His father looked happy about the revelation but the ex-counselor looked suspicious. There was more he wasn't telling them, and she knew it.

Stiles gaze met hers and they didn't speak for a few seconds. Marin was trying to find something but all she saw was a teenagers honey brown eyes, they had a light in them that wasn't there before he went under.

Finally they broke it off when Melissa came in.

"Stiles! " the nurse ran and gave the spotted teen a huge hug. Stiles returned the hug fullheartedly.

When they separated stiles smiled, before noticing no-one else was there, "Where is everyone?"

"They went to fight the Stryker pack," the sheriff told.

Stiles must have shown his confusion because ms. Morrell sat down and said, "You might want to sit down, there's a lot you've missed."

Stiles sat on the couch, Melissa on one side, his dad on the other, "How long was I out?"

"About half a week" his father answers.

Ms. Morrell asks, "How did you get back? You shouldn't have been able to with out my help."

Stiles thought for a moment. Should he tell them what happened? Hell, he's not even sure what happened. All he knows is that he's calmer than he's been in years, and he's not hearing voices anymore.

"Well, the Void, made me relive some memories," he smiled sadly at the thought of the forgotten memory of his mother, "I wasn't going to get out of there alive, I- I knew that. So I did what I had to, so i could come back to you guys, to the pack, and I'm all better. Don't worry, I'm not Void."

There was silence as the adults tried to process what the teen was trying to say. Stiles knew he was being vague, but he wasn't really sure how to tell them 'I excepted the Nogitsune residue and now I'm something that I'm not really sure of'.

Yeah, that probably wouldn't go well.

Ms. Morrell narrowed her eyes watching him, as if seeing into his thoughts. God he hoped not, "I see. Well, now that you're better, we should probably try to help Derek and the others."

Stiles didn't know what the ex-emissary knew but was glad she didn't say anything.

"Are we able to?" Melissa asked, "I mean, I'm all for going and kicking some ass, but it's a war between packs, what exactly are we going to be able to do?"

Ms. Morrell smirked, "Mr. Stilinski has his guns, I have mountain ash and mistletoe, among other things. You would be very helpful as a healer for the wounded."

Stiles shifted, "What about me?"

Sheriff Stilinski shook his head giving his son a hard stare, "No way. You're not fighting. You just went woke up, you're not ready."

Stiles made an indignant noise of annoyance. No fair!

"You can go to the Ito pack and get more allies. I don't think the Stryker packs alone, and the Gardner packs not enough," Ms. Morrell said to Stiles who nodded.

The two parents glared at the dark skinned woman, "You didn't tell the others that!" The sheriff growled.

Ms. Morrell leveled him with a calm gaze, "I have been meditating and I felt more than just the Stryker pack only twenty minuets ago. I was going to get the Ito pack myself before Stiles woke up."

The sheriff grumbled to himself and Melissa pat him on the back with an encouraging smile.

"Yeah okay, you guys go, I'll go get the Ito pack!" Stiles made his way to the door but stopped mid-step. He turned around and asked sheepishly, "Who's the Ito pack?"

Stiles made his way to the preserve where his old counselor said an alpha resided. She apparently had a pack that was in hiding.

He didn't understand why she was in hiding or why she hid when Derek and the pack started to raise their wolfy heads. But apparently they would be enough to help them in their cause. If he can convince them to help. Their alpha Satomi Ito apparently was very old and didn't like getting into pack politics. She didn't like fighting and would prefer not to have to. But that is all old information since the ex-emissary hadn't heard from the Ito pack for years.

So now here he was, walking in the chilled air towards a supposed cabin in the preserve that Satomi stays in, or used to at least.

He sighed.

He should be out there helping defend his pack from evil werewolves. He should be fighting for his friends. Instead he's in the middle of no where looking for a pack that probably isn't even there anymore.

He tripped slightly over a branch that was conveniently in the middle of his walkway.

He find its strange that even though he has the Nogitsune in him he is still just as clumsy, though in a graceful way based on how his dad glanced at him in awe, as he was before. Isn't being a supernatural being supposed to make him like, different? Other than the fact that his ADHD isn't bothering him as much, he feels no different.

Suddenly hes brought out of his thoughts by a growl.

He froze waiting for something. What? He didn't know, but he was getting a feeling. And he assumes its a sense that his Nogitsune probably feels, more than him.

In quicker than a flash he turns around snarling- weird- glaring at a handsome kid about a year two younger than himself. He was blond tall and muscular in a way Stiles appreciated, which he thought was SO not the time.

"What are you doing here?" the kid sniffed the air before his eyes went a bright yellow showing his Beta status, "This is Ito pack territory, state your business."

Stiles calmed and stood straight relaxing, "Oh, uh, I'm Stiles Stilinski, of the McCall pack, um, I'm here to speak to your Alpha?"

He wasn't sure why he was being so timid. It's not like he has done anything to warrant the werewolf to kill him.

The were' shifted back into his human form before looking at Stiles with narrowed eyes, "You're one of the humans from Liam's lacrosse team. Only you're not so human now are you?"

Stiles looked slightly confused, "Uh, sure."

The other teen rolled his eyes in annoyance. Why? Stiles didn't do anything -He didn't think- and started to walk away. Stiles assumed he was suppose to follow him.

It was silent as they walked. Stiles didn't know what to say so he just watched his surroundings. It was unusually silent in this part of the preserve. Where were all the animals? The insects? There should be birds chirping, crickets singing, squirrels nutting. Was nutting a word? Do squirrels nut?

He was pulled from his thoughts when he bumped into a suddenly still teen in front of him. He glanced over the shoulder of the slightly taller boy and saw a large wooden fence guarded by a young girl, a year or two younger than the were' in front of him.

"That the intruder?" The girl asked curious.

The blond growled, "Yeah, he wants to see Satomi."

The girls eyebrows went up in surprise, and she started to open the gate doors assuming that it was safe since the older teen had brought him back to their den.

"Follow me. Don't wander. Or we won't hold back," Stiles shivered slightly at the weres' threat.

"So, I didn't catch your name," Stiles said casually.

"Brett," the were' said annoyed as they walked. He didn't look at Stiles and it kind of annoyed Stiles himself. The guy can't even make eye contact when introducing himself? Asshole.

Brett stopped in front of a cabin and knocked. Stiles heard a faint voice say, "Come in," and then followed Brett into the cabin.

Inside was dark and smelt of incense. It was calming. Smoke hung at the roof of the cabin as a small fire was in the center, a pot with something cooking over it. There was a small hole in the corner of the roof, a bucket under it in case it rained. Or so Stiles assumed.

Sitting near the fire on a pillow sewing something Stiles didn't know what- was a old woman who looked to be in her fifties. But when she looked up to see the two visitors stiles saw the wisdom in her eyes. Eyes older than any mere fifty four years her body showed.

Her eyes glowed red and her fangs appeared, "Nogitsune."

Stiles tensed.

Brett spoke, "Alpha, This is Stiles Stilinski of the McCall pack. He requested your presence."

Satomi narrowed her eyes and stood walking to Stiles who held his head high and met her stare head on. He was not going to back down. This was for the pack.

"Alpha Satomi, I come on behalf of the McCall pack requesting your alliance and backup in battle against the an enemy pack," he recited what Ms. Morrell had told him to say. Be respectful, and official ,like a professional Emissary.

Which he wasn't, but Satomi didn't need to know that.

"Why would I have my pack help someone who is a Dark Kitsune?" She sneered. Stiles wondered what was her problem. He'd have to ask Kira and her mom about that. Just add it to the list, he told himself.

"Please," he asked letting a desperate tone slip into his voice, "The Supreme pack has come and my pack can't fight them on their own-"

"Supreme Pack?" Satomi asked her face shifting back to human, worry and fear in her own voice. Stiles looked slightly confused but nodded none the less, "And they are here for your pack?"

Stiles made a face, "Kind of. They uh, want to use the Nemeton. But we need to defeat them and can't do it on our own. They have backup. We have the Gardner pack but Marin Morrell said that it wouldn't be enough and to request your assistance."

Satomi glanced at Brett who shared a look with her. They had a silent conversation before Satomi's face hardened, "No, we will not help you. We have fought them before, and we lost... It costed us our whole pack. Only five survived. We can not handle another fight. I decline your request."

Stiles panicked slightly, "Please! I believe we really have a chance to defeat them with your packs help!"

"Five werewolves, one of them not even old enough to be able to control her shift, will make a difference? No."

Stiles was about to go into a full panic. Which was surprising since he wasn't going into panic about anything related to the Nogitsune or Allison... Or his guilt.

"Your just afraid!" he spoke before he knew what he was doing. And he immediately regretted it. Especially after the looks he got from both Satomi and Brett. But for some reason he couldn't stop, "You're just going to hide while the Supreme pack takes down another pack? Become more powerful? You don't think they know that you're out here somewhere? Its not going to be long after we are defeated that they find you and finish the job. You're just going to let it happen? Why not fight? Fight for yourself, for your fallen pack mates! Don't hide, and run! Don't be sitting ducks waiting for the slaughter! Fight and make a difference! Avenge those fallen at their claws! Please!"

He felt kind of bad for calling the Alpha out on her cowardice, but it needed to be said. Hiding from fear of whats going to happen, running and hiding from your problems. It doesn't solve anything. You have to fight and take charge yourself, if you want it to change.

He understood himself a little bit more too now.

He couldn't just hide from his guilt, he couldn't let it swallow him. Even if it was just the Nogitsune getting to him. He couldn't let it win. And even now he won't let it win. He won't hide from what's inside himself. He will try to embrace it and take it a step at a time. And he will fight against the darkness, instead of hide it away, or run from it.

Just like Satomi.

Satomi could see the passion the boy had. He was speaking from experience, and the fact that she can sense the dark energy she sensed decades ago as well, it made sense. If this boy could overcome his own fear. She could too.

She would do whats right, even if it scared the hell out of her.

She glanced at her beta Brett. He asked her what shes thinking with his eyes, and she sent him a look he understood immediatly and he was proud of his Alpha for her strength.

"Fine. We shall help your pack," Satomi said pulling Stiles out of his self revelation.

He smiled thankfully. Maybe this won't be so bad.

"Great, lets go kick some werewolf ass!" he said with a smirk.

I had to do some research about season four so i could keep up with some of the stuff i thought was sort of important.

I realized also that Malia finds out she is Peters daughter in season four so idk if i'm going to make that be in this story or the sequal... Which is still on btw.

Idk how long it will take to make it and start it up but it is a go.

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Again, I'm sorry about the last update of this chapter. Lifes been kicking my ass, and i havent been able to revise any of my works recently. I'm busy writing essays and not so much fanfiction. i don't have a computer at my beck and call anymore, and I've found writing on my phone a hassle, due to the fact that i suck at grammar and spelling and revising on the phone is bs. i dont need a beta, i have a friend who checks over my stuff for grammar errors.

thanks for hanging on with me on this guys.

-smak101 AKA : Bear