Everyone looked at each other with equally confused faces, all except the vet, who looked very uncomfortable. Peter grabbed Deaton by the arm and pulled him out into the waiting room while the others stayed with their injured pack member, trying to wrap their heads around what they had just heard. Peter had a strong feeling that the vet wasn't telling them everything and he was determined to get the truth. Once he was certain that they were far enough away not to be overheard, he asked the man in a low voice, "What are you not telling us?"

Deaton put on his poker face but could not hide the way he tensed up slightly at the question. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Alan, now's not the time for secrets. We both know that you've been lying your ass off since we got here. Now I'm going to ask you again," Peter's voice was firm and his blue eyes pierced into the other man, prying out a truthful answer. "what are you hiding from us, Alan?"

With a sigh, the vet looked behind Peter to make sure no one else was there. In a hushed voice he said, "You're right. I haven't been honest but if I tell you, you have to promise to keep it between us until the right time."

"I swear." Peter nodded.

"Stiles didn't bring himself here. His mother did." he admitted. Peter looked confused.

"I thought she died eight years ago." he whispered.

"She faked her death." Deaton explained, making sure to keep his voice quiet.

"Why would she do that?"

"She was an emissary for a very dangerous pack. She helped kill several of its members and because of that, their alpha threatened Stiles's and the Sheriff's lives."

"Whoa, wait. Stiles's mother was an emissary?" Peter asked, shocked by the information. After a moment of that, it actually made sense. Peter had always known that there was something special about the human. But he could never quite put his finger on it. But now it all made sense; he had magic in his blood.

"Yes, and a powerful one at that. One of the strongest there has ever been." Deaton stared into the back room where the others were still crowded around Stiles. Scott was calling his mother and the Sheriff, letting them know what happened while Allison was on the phone with Lydia.

"What pack was she an emissary for?" Peter asked, drawing the man's attention back to him.

"A pack just outside the town limits. You may remember them; The Conrad pack." Deaton told him. Peter nodded.

"I remember. Talia had a treaty with their alpha." he recalled. "They would stick to their territory and we would keep to ours."

"And they respected that treaty. That is until their alpha, Dimitri, began slaughtering humans in Hale territory." Alan continued. Peter grimaced, remembering the news reports of the mysterious killings. They made his crimes look peaceful. The vet continued, "As soon as Claudia found out that it was her pack behind the killings, she went to Talia for help. She gave your sister information and helped run Dimitri and his pack out of the state.

"She got sick after that. When she was in the hospital, Dimitri threatened her son and husband. Claudia came to me for help and together we found a spell that saved her. However, to everyone else, she was still dying. After she 'died' I helped her leave Beacon Hills and I promised her that I would look after Stiles and her husband." Alan finished.

"What brought her back to town?" Peter asked. The vet shook his head.

"I don't know. She said something about running from Dimitri. Maybe he found out that she's really alive." Deaton guessed with a sigh. He sat down in one of the waiting chairs and ran a hand down his face. "Which means that Stiles and the Sheriff are in danger again and-"

"and we have one more thing to worry about." Peter finished for him.

"Yeah." Alan sighed.

"We have to tell him." Peter said, sitting next to the emissary. "We have to tell Stiles."

"I promised Claudia I wouldn't."

"It doesn't matter you promised her. From what you told me, it sounds like shits gonna hit the fan soon and if she's as powerful as you say, we're going to need her as an ally." the werewolf argued.

"Its her secret to tell." Deaton countered. Peter sighed in frustration. "How do you think the sheriff is going to react when he finds out that his dead wife is actually alive and is not the person he thought she was? Hm? This is a sensitive situation and needs to be handled with care. So we aren't going to say anything until we hear from Claudia."

"Alan don't you think that-" Peter began.

"Peter, you gave me your word and I expect you to honor it." the vet demanded, his voice firm. Peter nodded in submission. "This stays between us."

"Ok, fine. Its stays between us." he grumbled. He stood and started back into the examination room. "Come on doc. You've got a patient to tend to."

Deaton rose from his chair and followed the wolf. He pushed through the small crowd of teenagers and stood next to the unconscious boy.

"Is he going to be okay?" Scott asked quietly, his voice filled with worry. The older man placed two fingers on the inside of Stiles's wrist and looked at his watch. Nodding in satisfaction, he told them, "His heartbeat is strong and steady."

The teens sighed in relief as he continued. He pulled a stethoscope from a drawer and pressed it against Stiles's chest. He placed the buds in his ears and listened to the teens breathing. He was once again pleased. "His lungs sound good too. Clear, no fluids."

The vet pressed the back of his hand to the teen's forehead. With a nod, he then pulled a small flashlight from his pocket. Lifting up his eyelids, he flashed the light in his eyes. "His temperature seems a little high, but that's to be expected. His pupils are reacting as they should. I think he's going to be just fine, Scott."

"Thank you." Scott whispered, a relieved look on his face. He wiped his face from where he had been crying. "I, uh, called his dad and my mom. They're on their way over."

"Lydia called me. She said she felt like something was wrong. She's on her way over, too." Allison added. Her face was streaked with red from dried tears, but she kept a firm grasp on her injured friend's hand.

Cora had searched through the drawers and found a blanket, which she had laid over the human. Derek had removed his leather jacket and after carefully folding it, placed it under Stiles's head as a makeshift pillow. He now stood away from the others with a guilty, pained look on his face. Isaac stood close by Allison and Scott, giving them both support when needed.

"I'm going to kill those monsters." Cora growled. Stiles and Cora had grown to be very close, almost like siblings. She hated seeing her friend lying there. She wanted to rip apart the wolves that had hurt him. She turned towards the door but was stopped when Scott blocked her way.

"We have to be smart about this, Cora. We got our asses kicked today and Stiles almost died. If you go out there half cocked, you'll get yourself killed." he reasoned with a firm yet gentle voice. "I'm not going to let anyone else that I care about get hurt tonight."

"I cant just stand here and do nothing." she argued. Scott had a flashback to when Boyd had died. Cora had attacked Aiden and had almost gotten herself killed. He feared that it would happen again.

"We're not doing 'nothing'. Right now, we need to be here for Stiles, then we'll regroup and go at them again harder than before." Derek added, putting a hand on his sister's shoulder. That seemed to calm her down. She huffed and sat down in the now empty seat next to the table. She brushed a stand of hair out of Stiles's face.

They wont get away with this. she thought bitterly to herself. They're going to pay for what they did to you.