New Story; Transferred over from the old TW Kink Meme. As always, I do not own anything within the story. Each item mentioned belongs to its owner, creator, company, etc. I make no profit off of this except someone getting some joy out of this fic.

Fair Warning: Parts of the story will deal with extremes in many spectrums; not limited too Branding, Rape, Emotional, Mental, and Physical Assault, Graphic Violence. You've been warned.

He couldn't believe it. How could they not hear him, he was shouting louder than he ever could and banging the ground trying to get their attention. He knew they could see him because the view from where he was showed him perfectly; broken shoulder and bruises littering his body. It hurt to see them bargain for all three and could only take two.

In the end, he should have known that he'd get left behind because he was neither the witch nor the hunter but just the human. Stiles Stillinski watched as his life crumbled before his eyes, cursing the Alpha Pack to hell and back. If only he had heard them approaching from behind and chloroforming them after school and dragging them out to the preserve and locking them in chains. Each Alpha took and human and tortured them, and than hours later the cavalry arrived but not for him.

There was no sound he could make or words he could form at watching what he called his pack just leave him. Him over Allison, the one who tried to kill them. He felt the Head Alpha come up to him and turn his head roughly and forced him to watch the scene unfolding. Scott cradling Allison while Jackson hovered around Lydia like she would disappear if he blinked. Isaac being held by Derek who tried to fight his grip, hearing the words "It's done. We have to go, now." And the last thing he saw was a flash of a golden eye from Isaac and whine.

"How does it feel?"

"Left behind, all alone. Saved a hunter over a pack member who was always there for them, hurts doesn't it?"

"Poor little human... you are an omega now. No pack but that can change"

"One bite, and you become mine, ours"

"There are still tethers to that pack that abandoned you"

"You smell of virgin, untouched and pure, no mate and that is why you were left behind"

Stiles heard the Alphas talk down to him, spit at him, punched him once more; he yelled and screamed. Hours passed of hearing the abuse and couldn't find it within himself to move or react which he knew the Alpha wanted to witness. At the rise of the new moon in the night sky above the preserve still in Hale Territory, he felt the prick of teeth on his neck and the bite being passed on to him; eventually he fell into the darkness that was clouding his sight and vision.

Two Months After

The tension in the house was something that annoyed Peter to no end. His wolf was basically ramming at his mental walls, begging to be released and do damage to something; maim, mate, hunt. Peter Hale was not one to complain but even he had to admit that the idiotic mistake his nephew made two months ago had made the pack unstable. "All because of sheer stupidity" he thought to himself.

Instead of the Alpha comforting his beta, he was comforting Isaac after a nightmare. Two months changed the dynamics of the pack. He watched as Jackson became the nominal head Beta to Derek's Alpha, with Scott falling into step. He saw that Lydia took on the role of Alpha Female to balance the pack, with Allison falling into the role of the Beta Female. The Wolf inside Peter raged at that, the woman who is a part of the reason why he lost everything was his pack member. The other wolves, the lower ranking Betas of Erica and Boyd were broken and desperate for their Alpha's attention.

A bunch of broken teenagers with an emotionally challenged Alpha did not a pack make. Peter was against his nephew's foolish plan in the first place, instead of coming to terms with the Alpha Pack and negotiating for the safe return, just go charging in there and demand and fight."They were luck they were not slaughtered to bits" Peter thought to himself as he stroked his fingers across Isaac's scalp. And in the end, they lost something, they lost Stiles. The human anchor, the young man who was nothing but loyal.

He attempted to say comforting words to the young man wanting some sort of peace but found that it was the hardest thing to do. Peter surprised himself at creating a friendship within the pack with Isaac, and it rankled Derek and Scott to no end. Peter knew that the scathing looks given to him from Lydia and from Jackson were something he thrived on. He could care less about the two who fled and came back, and could care less for the Hunter child. Tomorrow was a full moon, and from experiences, Peter Hale knew that anything could happen on a full moon night.

It was as if the house of cards came tumbling down and gave everyone papercuts of doom, no one was spared the pain of having to make that decision. Scott looked around the room and heard his wolf whine in his head, howling for his brother; Stiles. He hated the wolf at the moment, he didn't want the feelings to come back up. He chose his mate over his pack member and loathed himself for it sometimes. Across from him sat Derek with Erica and Boyd on his left, Jackson on his right with Lydia. Peter and Isaac were across from each other. "So, is this meeting done or what?" Scott asked grumpily. The only thing he could feel was Allison's hand squeezing his own.

"Actually, I'll be leaving for a week tonight. And Isaac asked to come along with me, since it is summer and no classes will be missed, it is doable" Peter said, bringing his presence into the conversation and watched as the heads looked at him. "I did not force his hand, he wishes to come with me... you can ask him yourself"

"Isaac? Is this true?" Derek asked ignoring his Uncle and raising an eyebrow in the direction. He didn't trust his Uncle but family bonds within a Pack were hard to ignore and even harder to break. Isaac looked back at Derek and giving a swift head nod, "I need to get out of here for a bit, and Peter didn't mind having company on his trip" Isaac told Derek and looked around the table. "Besides it isn't like Peter's going to leave me alone in a forest on this trip"

The snarls that come out of the wolves of the room at hearing the dig being given were stopped by Peter's polite cough. "Fine, you can go with him" Derek growled out and dismissed the group. The two who were going to leave headed out of the room to get their things together while the rest remained in the room and were attempting to talk quietly.

"What the hell was that dig about for? He should have gotten over it, it sucks that we had to lose Stillinski but what were we to do?" Jackson said tiredly and no one said a word because they didn't know what they could do.

"How's the Sheriff?" Lydia directed the question to Scott who shook his head and frowned, letting that give a clue to how the man was. "He's not good. John either spends his time at the office, in the gym, or at the cemetery. My mom told me that he believes Stiles is still alive, I've been barred from going over to the house... we all have" Scott replied with sadness and regret. The group turned their heads at seeing the two other wolves with a bag in hand coming down their stairs; one with a smile and the other looking perplexed.

Derek bristled at the closeness and attempted to send a calming vibe through the connection. It worked for the time being but not even he, himself, could hide his feelings.