The ride had been filled with excited chatter, ideas of whom was wearing what, what drama would more than likely happen at the dance with which couple. It was all very normal, and for a blissful moment, Kagome forgot about the supernatural, of creatures that went bump in the night, werewolves and werewolf hunters, of Peter and his blood feud against the Argents. She was just an 18 year old girl on her way to a school dance.

They tumbled out of the vehicle when they arrived, a fit of laughter and giggles at something that had been said that had most of them near tears. As a group, they walked up the steps, taking in the decorated stairs with slight awe. After they presented their tickets and entered the gym, they all went their separated ways. Or more along the lines of others approaching them and being pulled off to do something or other.

Kagome managed to enjoy a few dances before making her way to where the punch table stood. Humming, she held her clutch between her arm and side as she served herself a cup of punch and turned to observe the crowd, her body stiffened when her gaze passed over Peter in the far back behind the bleachers. His suit allowed him to blend and merge with the shadows his shirt the only break in the pitch blackness, but when she blinked he was gone. Her grip tightened around her cup, and she had to hold herself from whipping her head about to seek him out. Instead, she had her eyes scan the crowd once again, pausing when she saw Lydia on Stiles' arm walk in behind Allison and Jackson.

Both couples looked good in their own right, but it was Stiles' beaming face that had her smirking again and deciding against ruining his moment. Though she was sure she would regret it later, she just didn't have the heart to take his happiness away from him. He had practically waited his whole life to be where he was right now. She bowed her head in greeting towards Jackson and Allison when they approached the table, though her eyes quickly darted away in search of her cousin. She found him quickly enough, hunkered down on the bleachers, away from prying eyes and watching Allison.

She had to wonder how long it would take before he noticed Peter, waited before taking Allison away, or both. Sipping her drink, she walked around. Not only taking a break from dancing, but to also keep an eye out for Peter before he decided to do something. While it would be stupid to do such with such a big crowd, it all depended on how desperate Peter was at getting his revenge. If his continued attempts at recruiting Scott through every underhanded method were anything to go by, then he was very desperate.

A sudden shout from the coach drew her attention towards the man, seemed Scott had been caught. With a raised brow, she watched as her cousin scrambled down the bleachers and weaved his way through between the people only to suddenly stop before Danny. Her cup paused before her lips when she watched Scott draw the other boy to his feet and began to dance. Resuming the actions of taking a sip only for her body to freeze when a frighteningly familiar voice spoke up form behind her.

"The dress looks lovely, Derek is very lucky." Peter's voice broke through the silence around her like a freezing knife.

Turning to eye him from over her shoulder, she tried her best to keep her face neutral as she regarded the man behind her. "And some would say the obsession you have with my cousin is borderline pedophilia. Congratulations, just another to add to your list." her voice was icy, showing her obvious distaste.

There was a low growl, a subtle sign of his own displeasure. Slowly, a large hand wrapped around the back of her neck, a warning threat when claws scrape against the skin over her pulse. "Remember, I can easily snap your neck with a turn of my wrist..." he leaned in closer, his breath far too hot and moist against her skin and it left her highly uncomfortable. Hearing the deep inhales didn't ease her any either. "...or perhaps, I have a better chance at winning Scott over, through you."

"If anything, it'll make him hate and fight against you all the more." she knew her cousin, he was stubborn and would use his new found abilities to fight against Peter should anything happen to those he cared for. She stared at him from the corner of her eyes, only able to see his profile with him still holding the back of her neck.

Peter stared at her before he smiled, it was nothing like those polite ones he wore in public or around those that didn't know what was going on. It was darker, and showed he was... pleased. "We'll see."

His hold from the back of her neck slipped away, his claws dragging until his presence was no longer behind her. Turning around, she eyed the shadows even though she knew he was no longer there. Licking her lips, she shot back the rest of her punch and now knowing it was time to let the others know that Peter was present and obviously up to something. As she made her way back into the dance, she absently tossed her used cup into a nearby trash can, and began her search for anyone. She even asked around when she spotted people that Scott or Allison hung out with besides the immediate group that she was part of.

Mentally cursing when she learned that Scott took off with Allison, she then decided to search out for Stiles. Her brows furrowed when she spotted him slouched in a chair at a table... alone. "Where's Lydia?"

"She went off looking for Jackson, seems she still has feelings for him." Stiles grumbled as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"So... she's alone right now?" her eyes immediately began searching the crowd for anything familiar of Lydia.

Stiles sat up, his own brows furrowed having obviously caught onto something, either her tone or her frantically searching eyes. "What's wrong?"

"Peter's here. And he's up to something." at her words, Stiles jumped to his feet and forced her to look at him.

"He's here, at the dance?" he tightened his grip on her upper arms to an almost bruising point. When she nodded her head, he immediately dragged her away, searching through the crowd for the girl in question.

"Stiles. Stiles... Stiles!" she had continued to call his name, finally succeeding in getting him to stop him from dragging her around through the empty hallway towards a set of bathrooms that were open for them. "Wait! Instead of running around blindly, give me a second."

He pinched his lips as his jaw ticked, obviously restraining from saying some sort of smart ass comment. Seeing he wasn't going to say anything or start dragging her around once again, Kagome inhaled deeply to calm herself as best she could and began to push her senses outward. Her brows furrowed as she concentrated on finding Lydia, it was a little difficult that with the gym so full of people and many still lingering about. But when she didn't feel Lydia herself nearby, just a lingering trail, she followed that until she found the girl outside, in the lacross fields. Tilting her head to the side in wonderment, her eyes snapped open when she felt Peter reenter the school grounds from the woods, and daringly pushed against her senses in a show that he knew it was her.

"She's in the fields... and so is Peter." they both took off running the moment the words left her lips, she was either going to defend her friend, or hopefully treat whatever happened to her. She was honestly hoping it was the former, because she was honestly unsure of her ability to actually treating lycanthropy.

The moment they were clear of any witnesses, the broke out into an all out run, which was made all that much harder in the heals she was wearing. Though through some form of grace and luck, Kagome managed to run across the field behind Stiles without killing herself. Lydia turned when Stiles called out her name, and that was when Peter struck, the attacks were far too fast that the girl didn't even get a scream out before she fell to the ground.

Stiles fell to his knees, sliding a foot against the cold and damp grass his hands hesitating in reaching out to the unconscious girl. Peter watched the both of them with a predator sharpness, but it was something Kagome was used to and didn't let it hinder or stall her approach. She let herself drop to her knees the moment she was next to Lydia, taking in each blood gash with critical eyes before she bypassed Peter's hunched form and gently eased Lydia's hair away to feel for a pulse. It was however the moment she brought her powers forth to heal the girl did Peter snatch her hands away and dragged her over Lydia into a constricting hold.

"Ah, ah, ah... can't have that now, my dear." one of his arms wrapped in a crushing hold, pinning her arms to her side, while his other hand was poised over Lydia's neck. He halted her struggles when he propped his blood smeared chin atop her shoulder, positioning his mouth close to her neck.

"I'm not your anything." she sneered at the feeling of the cool wetness that that was now smeared against her neck.

Peter chuckled before turning his attention back to Stiles who was still eying Lydia's prone and bleeding form with loss. "Now Stiles, you're going to help me find Derek."

Kagomes brows furrowed, wondering why Peter needed help in finding his own nephew when the two had come to some sort of agreement. Stiles shook his head, but refused to raise his gaze. "I don't know where he is."

"I already know that. But you know how to find him. You're the smart one, remember?" his tone was chiding, and still soft as if he wasn't threatening all present.

"I don't know, alright? Can't you like... sniff him out or something? Use your werewolf abilities?" Stiles finally looked up, his brows furrowed as he curled his fingers deeply into the grass.

Kagome raised the shoulder Peter was hovering over to shield her neck when he nudged his nose behind her ear before answering Stiles. "If it were that easy, I would've found him by now and not be asking you for your help."

Stiles narrowed his eyes the slightest amount as he watched Kagome shift the smallest amounts whenever Peter moved or spoke, they were the only signs of her discomfort. Her face was neutral, though her brows would pinch and relax every so often, but other than that she showed no signs of any emotion or what was running through her head. Her fingers twitched or her hands would rotate as she strained to reach for Lydia, and he knew it was in attempts of her using her abilities to heal and he hoped she would be able to reach out and be able to do it. But Peter simply tightened his hold on her to the point she finally let out a pained hiss and bared her teeth towards Peter.

He was at a loss to the interaction between the two, because Peter had narrowed his eyes on Kagome and a low growl could be heard but that damn smile didn't disappear. If Stiles didn't know any better, he would think that Kagome was already a werewolf with how she was acting, but he did know better. So that meant she was familiar with how to act with or around werewolves... or wolf creatures. She had admitted to that Japan wasn't big for werewolves, but there were other beings and some of which she had admitted to being of wolf or canine persuasion.

"Tut, tut, Kagome. Behave." his tone was still infuriatingly soft as he scolded her, chuckling when Kagome bared her teeth once again before she turned to face Stiles with a huff.

"The last male that tried to control me failed, it's not going to be any different with you." she tilted her chin up, and even Stiles knew she was not going to back down simply because he had her pinned.

Another chuckle, but Peter returned his attention back to Stiles after giving her a warning squeeze. "Now Stiles, you are going to help me find Derek." his tone, while still soft, was anything but polite and kind. In fact, it was dark and chalk full of dark promises of what he would do if Stiles didn't help.

"Fine! Fine... there may be a way to find him." he tried to reach out for Lydia only for his hands to lurch back at a low growl.

"How?" Peter was slowly and teasingly retreating his hand away from Lydia's throat, plucking a few strands of hair to rub between his fingers before smoothing them from her face in a show of tender care.

"I think... I think he took Scott's cell. If it's still on, I can look up it's GPS to find his location." his was struggling with himself, his hand hovering in the air to reach out for Lydia though it would quickly retract.

Kagome felt Peter smile against her neck before standing up, his hold on her gone for only a few moments before he took hold of her hand and pulling her up to her feet. His arm was then wrapped around her waist, and when she shifted to put some more room between the two of them his hand tightened painfully to a point she knew there would be a bruise. She let out a pained hiss drawing both Stiles' and Peter's attention onto her. When he loosened his grip and handed her a white handkerchief, and she blinked at the innocent piece of white fabric in his hand.

Furrowing her brows, she turned to Peter. He simply smiled and cocked his head to the side the slightest amount. "If you don't mind, could you?"

She gritted her teeth when he indicated to his chin, and when she hesitated, he gave her another reminder that he was in charge. Swallowing the words that so wanted to break free and lash out at the male, she raised a hand to take the piece of fabric and began cleaning the smeared blood from his chin trying everything she had to ignore that damned pleased look he was currently wearing as he stared down at her. Oh, how she wanted to simply blast him away, but with his healing factor and Lydia and Stiles right there and her not having any weapon, she calculated that it would turn in his favor. And she had learned to never run from a predator, especially one of canine persuasion.

As she continued to clean the blood from his face, Peter turned to Stiles and eyed the boy as if he were already the victor of his plans. "Now, you are going to come with me, Stiles."

Stiles looked up, his eyes darting to her for a quick moment before returning to Peter. "I can't leave her here, not like this."

There was a sigh, one that sounded like a parent tired of arguing with a child. "You don't have a choice in the matter." he let out a tisk when he turned his attentions to her, snatching the stained piece of fabric and returned the favor in removing the blood he had smeared onto her own skin.

She jumped the slightest amount, surprised at the show of... something frighteningly close to care from the man. His touch was soft and careful, smooth strokes. When he was done, he took hold of her chin and forced her to turn her head before facing him completely. "There, can't have that beautiful skin dirtied, now can we."

His smile dropped when Stiles spoke up and he absently tucked the piece of fabric into a coat pocket. "Look, just kill me, I don't care anymore!" his voice was desperate, something Kagome was not used to seeing or hearing on the boy that always had the ability to make light of any situation.

Peter took the few steps forwards and placed clawed tipped fingers at the underside of Stiles' chin, forcing him to stand to his feet. "Call your friend, let Jackson know where she is. That's all you're getting." he removed his hand and began walking towards the woods, dragging her along with him.

Kagome turned to watch Stiles over her shoulder, watching as he pulled his cell out and began dialing Jackson. But his eyes were on Lydia the entire time. Watching Lydia while she was still being led away, she finally faced forward and paid attention to the ground and where she had to step. Despite her guide. "She's going to be scarred for life. In more ways than one."

The comment drew Peter's attention to her, though he was still mindful of their surroundings as he effortlessly walked into the edge of the woods. It was away from the lights and prying eyes. "She's a strong girl, she'll get over it. And if she becomes a werewolf, there won't be a trace. She'll be a luck girl."

"I'm pretty sure that's not how she feels. You forced that upon her." her eyes turned towards him, her face contorted in her show of how upset she was at the whole situation.

"Once she realizes the gift she's been given, she'll over look the circumstances of how it was bestowed upon her." his reply was quick, calm and steady.

Snorting under her breath, a very unladylike action but she figured the situation called for it Kagome opened her mouth as she turned to face Peter as they continued to wait for Stiles. "You make it sound like some sort of honor."

He finally looked down at her, his face an emotionless mask before a slow smile worked it's way and he leaned down to be at eye level with her. "Oh, but it is. Just as I know for a fact, that you would make an exceptional werewolf as well, my dear."

Despite that her lip lifted in a silent bearing of her teeth, he continued to smile down at her in an amused fashion. "I told you before, I'm not your anything." her tone was harsh as she hissed out through her teeth at him.

The arm around her waist pulled her towards him in a sudden movement that had her stumbling across the uneven terrain and had her hands flying up to catch herself against his chest. His other hand gripped the back of her head, tangling in the strands of her hair to force her head away to bare her neck towards him. But he did so that they could still look each other in the eye. "Care to change that? All it would take is a single, simple bite."

Kagome watched as he inched closer, seeing his canines lengthen and grow as he lowered his head to her bared neck and goosebumps rose when he panted against her skin. She felt relief when Peter paused his decent and his eyes flicked towards the field behind them and she heard Stiles quickly approaching. Though her brows furrowed when he remained where he was, mouth closing with a snap and a low growl echoed around them. The only reason she knew he was growling was that she was crushed to his chest and she felt it more than she heard it, and she tried to push away when she heard Stiles pause just behind her and began to stutter at the picture she and Peter most likely made.

"Wha... what's going on?" his tone sounded confused, angry and concerned and the sound of something jingling sharply cut through the night air.

"Nothing, Peter thought he was being generous." Kagome grunted as she continued to push against his chest, letting out a small huff when he finally pulled away and she felt herself breathing calming after she stopped her struggles. Her hands were smoothing down the front of her dress and then fixing her hair, it was all in efforts not to strangle the male before her or doing something stupid that would put everyone's lives at risk.

When she finished, she kept her eyes forward and chin raised the slightest amount, showing her defiance about the entire situation. Peter simply chuckled before leading them on towards where the parking lot was, his hold around her waist still present. It was more of a warning for both her and Stiles for them to continue to do as he said than anything. Peter and Kagome knew, that while she could and would put up a fight, he was physically stronger than her and that her abilities, while painful for werewolves, were not permanent. Kagome was also mentally grumbling, when she realized that her clutch now rested next to Lydia. Though it could be seen as a positive, because when Jackson found her, he may or may not pick the clutch up. And when the authorities got involved, they would realize she was missing and then come looking for her.

Then again, Scott's secret then may end up in the open and she was more than aware of what people were capable of when they were faced with something... different. So into her thoughts that she didn't realize she had accepted the hand that Peter presented her with to help her over a fallen log or continued to hold her hand as they trekked through the woods until they finally walked out onto smooth pavement. She pulled her hand back and let it drop to her side as they made their way towards Stiles' jeep. It pissed her off with the gentleman act that Peter was pulling, helping her into the back seat. She raised a brow when she realized that he was standing with the door still open and looked down at her expectantly, only to roll her eyes and scoot over to make room for the man. She had hoped that he would allow her the small freedom, but the moment he was settled in and behind Stiles' seat, he reached over and dragged her across the seat only to plant her firmly against his side.

"I think you could allow me this space between us. Not like there are a lot of options for me to go anywhere." she grumbled quietly as she fixed her dress.

"I'm hurt. And here I thought I was being a gentleman." his eyes watched every of Stiles' moves with a sharp eye, obviously making sure the he didn't try to pull anything.

"You have plans on killing people tonight. Not exactly something that allows a person to call themselves gentle." Kagome huffed as she tried to maintain some form of space between them. She wasn't exactly comfortable being this close to Peter. It had nothing to do with the fact that he was a werewolf, but more along the lines of the fact that she was being kidnapped and held hostage. She had gone a year without having to take up the role of damsel in distress, and it had been such a wonderful year. And now Peter was throwing that out the window. But it would be expected on some sort of level when one got involved with the supernatural.

"Only the ones responsible, and they're more than deserving of what they're about to get." the air around Peter turned darker, to the point her own abilities bubbled beneath the surface and her instincts were screaming to fight or get away.

They were quiet, no talking, no radio, or even the walkie-talkie that Stiles had tucked between the front seats was left off. Though he was constantly looking through his rear view mirror. It wasn't really to check on Kagome, though their eyes did meet on occasion, it was more or less indicating his thoughts were still on Lydia and the state they left the girl in. It was a few more minutes of silence before Peter spoke up, shattering the tense atmosphere that had settled around Kagome and Stiles.

"Don't feel bad. She lives, she'll become a werewolf. She'll be incredibly powerful." his tone was... somewhat supportive, as if he really cared for how Stiles was currently feeling.

Stiles looked at Peter through the mirror, his grip tightening around the steering wheel. "Yeah, and once a month she'll go completely psycho and try to kill me."

"Well... since she's a woman, it'll actually be twice a month." Peter smirked at the back of Stiles' head, obviously amused at the reaction that his comment had caused. He let out a slight grunt when Kagome elbowed him in the side. With a brow raised, he turned to her in a silent demand to explain her actions.

Huffing, Kagome acted innocent of any wrong doings. "I take offense to that comment."

With his brow still raised, his lips slowly rose up at the corners before he leaned down invading her personal space all the more. "You prove that comment true."

Turning away to face forward, she tried her best to once again ignore how close he was. "I was fighting for my life."

"Oh, I wouldn't have killed you." the way he said it made it sound like he had more to say, but it was left hanging, just out of her reach and she didn't like the ideas it brought forth.

Pursing her lips, she thought it best to remain silent. She listened to Peter giving Stiles directions as well as orders to maintain normal speed so as not to alert anyone that could very well be out at this time of night. Her hands suddenly clawed at her dress when the hand Peter had wrapped around her wait began to move, tapping of fingers or a slight sweep of his thumb. She deeply, sincerely hoped it was an absent action, and not a conscious one. It was becoming more and more uncomfortable with Peter around and she felt herself become wound up tighter and tighter and she had no idea when or how she would end up lashing out.

When they began to slow down, Kagome opened her eyes and observed the parking complex they were entering. She hadn't paid enough attention to know which parking complex, but she figured it hardly mattered really, it wouldn't be the final stop for Peter. When they pulled into an empty spot, Stiles carefully left the jeep, only to be followed by Peter as he helped a reluctant Kagome. She knew that two hostages were more than a normal person alone could handle, but Peter was far from normal and more than capable of running them down should either one of them came up with the idea to run or call out for help.

With her tucked into his side once again, Peter painfully gripped the back of Stiles' neck and forced them to follow after him. To any outsider, it would look like a father dragging his two children or something of the like. There were no actual outward signs to show that they were in fact on thin ice with a killer. He dragged them to a parked car only to pull out a set of keys.

"Whose car is this?" Stiles eyed the vehicle with furrowed brows, as he and Kagome didn't realize this was the first time since they approached Peter that he wasn't gripping tightly to keep them in line.

Peter scanned the area as he began with opening the trunk. "Belonged to my nurse."

Kagome quickly caught onto how Peter had used past tense, and so had Stiles. Unlike Stiles, Kagome was better prepared at seeing the body that was revealed while Peter finally lifted the trunk and grabbed a bag that was actually under the nurses left arm. Stiles flinched back as he managed to call out his shock, only to jump when the bag was pushed into his arms. Peter at seeing Stiles' reaction, stared at the boy before turning his attention to the dead body of the one that had assisted him. "I got better." He slammed the lid back down, took the bag back and began placing its contents atop the trunk. Stiles and Kagome watched, one knowing that this was where Peter was going to start tracking Derek down.

"You're not going to get a signal down here." Stiles' comment, while lightly hopeful at the hurdle in Peter's plans was shot down when he was handed a small device. "Oh, my file. And you're a Mac guy! That go for all werewolves or is it a personal preference?"

The two locked eyes for a few moments, before Peter canted his head to the side. "Turn it on and get connected." it wasn't a question or a request, it was an outright demand.

Stiles pursed his lips as he turned to the laptop. "You're really killing the whole werewolf mystique." he began setting things up, connecting the small black device only to pause as his hands rested idly against the laptop. "Look, you still need Scott's username and password and I'm sorry, but I don't know them."

Peter hardly gave him a pacing glance as he once again began scanning their surroundings in making sure nobody came up on them unaware. "You know both of them."

"No I don't." Stiles' hands remained still against the laptop, as he continued to stall Peter.

Peter looked at Stiles, his expression silently asking if Stiles really though he was stupid enough to fall for such and act. "Even if I couldn't hear your heartbeat, I'd still know that you were lying."

"Look I don't-!" his words ended quickly when Peter tightly gripped the back of Stiles' neck and slammed his head into the roof of the trunk. Kagome gave a short distressed cry and moved forward to help him, only to pause short from not only that sharp look Peter gave her, but also the near crushing grip that snapped around her wrist.

Peter turned and leaned in close to Stiles, his words coming out in a deadly whisper as Stiles breathed heavily and finally managed to place his hands against the trunk next to his head. "I can be very persuasive. Don't make me persuade you."

Slowly, painstakingly so, Peter leaned back and released his grip on the back of Stiles' neck. Stiles himself shot back up to his full height and was immediately rubbing at the back of his neck as he eyed Peter. His eyes did dart down to where Peter gripped Kagome's wrist, grimacing at the sight of claws tipping fingertips that were lightly digging into pale skin. But when he looked up to lock gazes with Kagome, he was shocked to see that she was showing concern for him. Though he shouldn't have been all that surprised with everything she's done for them and put herself last, even in her own need and well being.

Stiles rubbed the back of his neck a few more times, finally turning to the laptop and let his fingers being typing away. The air was filled with the soft tapping of keyboard keys, but other than that, the night was dead silent in an unnerving way. It wasn't until the grip around her wrist eased up, that Kagome looked down and her brows furrowed at the quickly forming bruise in the impression of Peter's hand.

"What happens after you find Derek?" Stiles tossed the question out so suddenly, though he continued to type away at the laptop.

Peter gave Stiles a look when the boy stopped working. "Don't think, Stiles, type." he leaned in closer, bearing his teeth in an aggravated warning.

Stiles managed to simply stare the threat down, lips pursing when he returned to the laptop. "Your going to kill people, aren't you?" it wasn't an actual question as it was more a statement.

"Only the responsible ones." Peter turned to Kagome when she raised an arm to try and ward of the chill that was finally getting to her.

"Look, if I do this, you have to promise to leave Scott out of this." his eyes darted to Kagome quickly before returning to Peter. They both knew that Peter intended for Scott to join in on the killings, and while the condition wouldn't be met, there was no hurt in trying.

Peter drew himself up to his full height, his tone going rather philosophical as he began on a short lesson. "Do you know why wolves hunt in packs? It's because their favorite prey can't be taken down by one wolf alone. That's why I need Scott, and Derek. I need both of them." his words ended bluntly, harsher as if he were trying to verbally pound his meaning into Stiles.

"He's not going to help you." Stiles was quick to shoot down the lesson and words, once again stalling in actually typing in the last two things needed to find Derek.

"Oh he will, because it will save Allison. And you will because it'll save Scott. His best friend, who you know so well, that you have his username and password." Peter leaned in closely, near hissing his words as he revealed just how much he knew of the relationship between Stiles and Scott. It appeared to work as Stiles began typing."His username is Allison? His password is also Allison?"

The look Peter wore was one of... disbelief. It was a wrinkle in all of Peter's well laid out plans that Kagome took actual delight in seeing him trip up in anyway at this new found information. He seemed stumped on what to do or what to say, and it felt good knowing that Peter didn't have all the angles thought out or covered.

"Still want him in your pack?" Stiles' smug tone only add to the fact that Scott was indeed a teenage boy, head over heels in love with a girl who was part of the family that may or may not have been involved with the Hale fire.

Peter turned away, sparing her a look with a raised brow to which she could only shrug her shoulders. Personally, Kagome found it adorable. Not exactly computer safe, but adorable nonetheless. They waited for the signal to start searching for where Derek was, Kagome awkwardly standing around knowing nothing of how it was all possible. She was not the most tech savy of girls, which was awkward with her coming from the tech capital of the world. Though she was thankful they didn't have to wait long. Stiles leaned in closely all of a sudden, his brow pinch in confusion as he made a taps against the touch pad of the laptop.

"Wait, what? That's where their keeping him? At his own house?" his words drew Kagome into leaning in closer to get a look at the screen as she took in the bright yellow marker that pointed to where Scott's phone was located. Her attention turned to Peter when he stood back up to his own height and began packing things up.

"Not at it, under it. I know exactly where that is." he paused in packing the laptop away when a distant howl reached their ears and their attention turned towards the direction it came from. "And I'm not the only one." he returned to packing his things away, leaving Kagome and Stiles to stand around and watch him, both thinking he was now done with them as he opened the back door, tossing the bag into the back seat. After he slammed the door shut, another howl echoed off in the distance, a distinctive second from the first they had heard. All turned their heads in the direction, listening to it draw out and fade away. Peter turned to Stiles, an expression of determination set on his face.

"Give me your keys." again, it was not a question or a request, but Peter didn't seem to care. He had what he wanted and now the polite act was... a seemingly distant memory.

Stiles let out a suffering sigh, most likely not wanting to give up the keys. It was just one of the few things he considered important to him. "Be careful, she grinds in second."

Peter accepted the keys, though instead of pocketing them or making off for the jeep itself, he merely raised a hand. There was a quick squeezing, a sound of grinding metal, and the keys themselves were then displayed to Stiles. Peter had just ruined any chance Stiles had of being able to use his jeep. Taking back his keys with an expression of shock, Stiles' eyes darted between his keys and Peter before he opened his mouth as his hands dropped back to his side. What he had to say had Kagome rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

"Aren't you going to kill me?" when she turned to him and silently scolded him, even he realized that it hadn't been one of his greatest of questions. When Peter stopped and turned around and approached them, Stiles took a few steps back and quietly muttered under his breath. "Oh dear god..."

He opened the back door, tossing the bag into the back seat. After he slammed the door shut, another howl echoed off in the distance, a distinctive second from the first they had heard. All turned their heads in the direction, listening to it draw out and fade away. Peter turned to Stiles, an expression of determination set on his face.

"Don't you understand yet? I'm not the bad guy here." his tone was tinged with hurt, that it actually shocked Kagome, though she tried her best not to let it show.

"You turn into a giant monster with red eyes and fangs, and your not the bad guy here?" turning at Stiles' comment, she wondered if that was how he thought of Scott, somewhere deep down. She really hoped not, because she knew that Scott already thought himself a monster enough as it were.

"I like you Stiles." Stiles blinked in surprise at the sudden comment and reared his head back as if her were physically slapped. "Since you've helped me, I'm going to give you something in return. Do you want the bite?" the question had been so... blasé that even Kagome had to double take.

Stiles opened and closed his mouth for a few floundering moments before he finally manage to spit out a simple, "What?"

"Do you, want, the bite? If it doesn't kill you, and it could, you'll become like us." Peter slowly closed the space between him and Stiles, making sure his movements were in no way threatening.

"Like you." Stiles more or less repeated Peter, his mind seemingly still trying to wrap around what Peter was suddenly offering him.

"Yes. A werewolf. Did you want me to draw a picture? That first night in the woods, I took Scott because I needed a new pack, but it could have easily have been you. You'd be as every bit as powerful as him. No more standing by his side, watching him become stronger, quicker and more popular, him get the girl. You'd be equals. Maybe more." when he was finally close enough, he took hold of Stiles' wrist and raised it close to his mouth. "Yes or no?" the words were whispered, almost as if he didn't want to break seductive hold the idea of becoming a werewolf was to Stiles.

As Peter drew the wrist closer to his now fang filled mouth, Stiles managed to rip away his wrist to which Kagome released a breath she hadn't been aware she had been holding. "I don't want to be like you." his words were strong, and he took a step back to put extra room between him and Peter.

Peter blinked, seemingly shocked that someone was willingly denying the opportunity of becoming a werewolf. His lips twitched up in a smirk however, as he shared a secret with the boy. "You know what I heard just now? Your heart beating slightly faster just now at, I don't want. You may believe you're telling the truth, but you are lying to yourself. Goodbye stiles."

Kagome relaxed when Peter turned around and began making his way to the stolen car, only to let out a surprised cry when she was dragged with him. Turning her head to watch Stiles, she could only blink at the wide eyed and frightened look he gave her. Keeping her eyes locked with his own made walking forward slightly difficult and for her to stumble slightly. She winced when he handled her more roughly than compared to earlier.

"Wha... what are you doing? You have what you want now! You don't need her!" Stiles called out as he took half a step forward, only to stop short when Kagome let out a pain hiss when claws dug into her flesh and blood began to slowly trail down her arm.

"She's my insurance plan, you could say." he tossed Stiles a look as he opened the driver side door and forced Kagome into the car.

Kagome scrambled into the passenger seat, already were her hands flying to open the door before her and book it out of there. She had no idea what Peter had planned, nor did she actually want to stick around to find out. Her escape plan came to a halt when Peter reached over and grabbed at the back of her neck painfully and forced her to sit in her seat. Swallowing thickly, her entire body froze when he snarled fiercely into her face. It was a warning, a threat and a promise of pain should she attempt anything. And she knew it wasn't just for her, but for those she cared about. With her still in his grasp, he slammed his door shut and locked the doors and then started up the car the moment his hand was free.

She watched Stiles as they backed out and drove away, her heart beating frantically and she was aware that Peter could hear it clearly with his sensitive hearing. Despite knowing where they were going, her eyes darted to whatever that caught her attention with a frantic edge. It had been forever since she had been this close to danger, this close to knowing what the ultimate plan was but not the means of how the person was willing to achieve them, and more importantly alone. It was the first time in a long time she felt this defenseless. She jumped when Peter broke the silence, his tone once again soft and polite, more likely trying to lull her into a sense of ease and comfort or as a means of distraction.

"No need to be scared, I'm not going to hurt you." everything about his didn't give away any sign of what he had planned, of what he was.

"Says the man that kidnapped me." her tone was snappy, and to offer herself some extra protection, though meager as it was, she crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the passenger side door and kept a wary eye on Peter.

He turned to her, something between a smile and sneer on his face though somehow not taking away from his attractive looks. "If anything were to happen to you, both Scott and Derek would be upset and make things far more complicated then they already are." his eyes darted down to her arm before he returned his attention back to the road. A few more seconds later, he was looking at her again and reached out for her arm. When she shifted away from his hold, he smirked at her. "I'm not going to hurt you. Trust me."

"I trust you about as far as I can throw you." she snapped at him, easily growing more and more upset at her current situation.

"No need to throw a fit." he pulled his hand back, though she watched how he pulled the used handkerchief and held it out for her. She eyed the stained piece of fabric before she slowly accepted it and began to wipe the small amount of blood away. "See. I didn't hurt you, now did I?"

"It is a first, I'll admit." she handed him the handkerchief back and resumed to watching him with a wary eye as well as observing the world outside the car. "So, what exactly are you going to do with me?"

"Nothing. I'm just making sure Scott and Derek go along with the plan. If not, I am afraid I'm going to have to punish you." he looked her way, looking and sounding truly apologetic.

She spared him a glance to show she was paying attention, but returned to watching the road before them. So he really was just using her to keep those tow in line, nothing more. But she had this tickling at the back of her neck, that couldn't be all. "Is that all then?"

"Was there something else you thought I had in mind for you?" he pulled off the street and slowed when the way was down an old forest road, uneven, littered with a deep layer of autumn leaves, dark and twisting and walled in by the forest on either side. In fact looking ahead, it seemed the trees moved to allow them to pass, and as she looked through the side view mirror, only to swallow them and hide the way back out.

"It's hard to tell. Someone either ends up hurt or dead after crossing paths with you. So you tell me." she turned to face him, taking in his profile. She could see the resemblance between him and Derek. They both had the straight noses, defining jaw line and strong chin. But Derek had a slightly more broader face to Peter's slimmer face line, Derek's hair was close to black compared to Peter's rich brown and Derek had a natural olive tint to his skin that made his skin look warmer.

"Well, I could turn you into a werewolf. Unlike Scott, you would accept it." he tossed it out it out there with such a casual air as if he were contemplating a choice he himself was unsure of what he wanted. It honestly unnerved her.

"So, force it on me you mean." it wasn't a question, because she knew he wasn't above the idea with what he had done to Lydia.

"Of course not. I'd ask you first, I do like to think myself as a gentleman." he looked slightly appalled that she thought he would force her into such a situation.

Snorting at his comment, her brows furrowed when the makings of a building began to enter her vision. "What about Scott and Lydia? You didn't actually ask either of them if they wanted it."

"Those were done out of necessity of the situations. And you're practically family, it would only be the right thing to do by asking you first." as soon as they got close enough, he turned them and drove slowly around back and a little away and parked the car behind the house. The car was completely hidden from those that would come from the front, or the side they came up due to overgrown shrubbery. Before them was a short rise in the land, high enough and steep enough to also hide the car.

Kagome sat in her seat, knowing that Peter had the keys to the car she was shit out of luck trying to escape. They both knew she was well enough away from town or the road, that if she managed to out run Peter, she wouldn't meet anyone. Especially with everyone so worried about a killer on the loose. She simply watched as Peter walked around the front and opened her door and offered her a hand in assistance out the car. As far as kidnappers go, she would begrudgingly admit Peter really was a gentleman about it.

"Family? You have a interesting definition of family. I don't see the connection between you and I that makes me family. And you'd only ask me at first? Meaning what, you'd ask me, but regardless of my answer, still turn me into a werewolf?" she stepped carefully over the ground littered with fallen leaves and branches.

"Just call me Uncle Peter." he leaned down close to whisper the answer into her ear, smiling when she shivered at the differences from his hot breath to the chilly forest air. "And, to be honest, yes."

"Ha, me calling you uncle. Now that's funny." her eyes darted all over the interior of the burnt down home. A feeling of being trapped suddenly crashed down on her, in more ways than one. She highly doubted Peter would simply put her in a room, tell her to stay put and expect her to listen. He was going to restrain her in one form or another.

Nibbling on her lower lip, her eyes automatically darted to the windows and doors, looking for any way out. And then to the dark corners, just waiting for something to jump out and attack her. The air smelt of charred wood, heated metal, the tint of melted plastic, and the lingering scent of burnt flesh and bone. It hit her where they currently were. This was the Hale house, the one Derek lost his family. Her eyes darted to Peter next to her, well, almost all of his family.

Scott had explained how Peter had been trapped in the house trying to save his family while it burned around him. He had had been the only survivor, but had been left in a comatose state and until recently, slowly healing himself from the inside out. She felt for him, while she couldn't imagine losing her family in such a way, she had seen the horrors of such sights, had helped bury the victims of such acts. It didn't mean she agreed with what he was planning to do, killing one family wouldn't bring back his own nor would it dull the pain, anger and loss, but she understood why he felt he had to do this.

A sudden flash of reflected light, a light jingling of metal drew Kagome out of her thoughts and she first observed the room they were in. It appeared it was once upon a time, a family room, a couch facing a fire place, a shattered light fixture barely hanging from the center of the ceiling, the walls had pealing wallpaper and the floor was littered. But Peter led her to the side and out of the way and the next thing she knew, she was being handcuffed to a radiator.

"What?" she rattled the handcuff, huffing when it proved it was the real deal and not some prop. She twisted her hand around and struggled with both ends, hands halting when long fingers gripped her chin and raised her face to look Peter in the eye.

"I'm sorry, but I can't have you running around and ruining my plans. As soon as I've finished, I'll let you go." he dangled a set of keys, and of course Kagome went for them, twisting to reach out as far as she could go handcuffed. "Ah-ah. Not yet. After tonight, you're free, but not anytime sooner."

Brows angling downward in her anger, Kagome stared Peter down. "I can still scream."

When Peter tucked the keys back into his inner coat pocket, he started on the beginnings of something that would end up him saying he had something in case she resorted to such methods, but he snapped his mouth shut and turned to the boarded up window next to Kagome. When her brows furrowed at the sudden change in him, she faced the window as well and pushed her senses out and her heart rate sped up when she felt Scott and Derek were fast approaching. She inhaled deeply, mouth parting the smallest amount, but her attempt was thwarted when Peter was instantly behind her, wrapping one arm around her shoulders to pin her to his chest while the other hand clamped tightly across her lips.

"Ah-ah, can't have you ruining the surprise." his whispered words hissed in her ear.

She strained her ears to listen in on them, cursing at not being able to. But she did hear the sudden call from Derek for Scott to cover his eyes, and then a small explosion. She let out a whimper at the complete feeling of helplessness. Never before was she unable to to anything, even in the past when her skills had been lacking and she had been nothing more than a bumbling school girl that constantly scraped her knees.

Raising her free hand, she tightly gripped Peter's wrist and began pushing her powers through in hopes of burning him enough that he released his hold on her. Instead, a low growl shook through her and then searing pain. When Peter spoke this time, his voice was deeper and far more gutteral. "I told you, to behave."

Kagome panted through her nose, his hand was still clasped tightly over her mouth and she jerked against her restraints to try and reach for the pain and sooth it away. By the Kami, did it burn! And it was spreading so quickly. Pain like this she had not felt for the longest time. Clenching her jaw and eyes shut, she let out another set of soft whimpers as she listened to the struggle going on outside. Derek was once again helping Scott, she could hear the struggling, staggered movements and grunting as someone fell.

"Allison, I can explain."

Her eyes snapped open at Scott's voice and to whom he was talking to. Frantically, she searched for an opening between the boards, but the glass was so fogged over from years of weather and no proper care that she could see nothing. So she pushed out her sense as far as she dared to hopefully get a feel for where everyone was. Scott was just beyond the window she stood before, Allison quickly approaching. Derek was down off to the left a bit and behind Allison, and a final aura stood just on the edges, belonging to a person she had only met one and knowing who it was made her stomach roll.

"Stop lying. For once, stop lying." her tone was firm, sharp and angry and was quickly approaching.

Scott spoke up once again, his words coming out in pants and Kagome heard shuffling and she felt his aura crawl backwards and closer to the window."I was going to tell you the truth at the formal. I was going to tell you everything. Because... everything that I've said, everything that I did-"

"Was to protect me." her tone and aura were hot with anger, despite the soft tones she was speaking in. They were heavy with betrayal and hurt, a position Kagome was also familiar with.

"Yes." his reply was open and honest, it came out smooth and sure.

But Allison waited with her own comment to his honesty, one Kagome was sure broke Scott's heart. "I don't believe you."

The silence didn't last long, and when the Allison's aunt finally approached and spoke up, Peter reacted almost violently. Kagome inhaled sharply at the sudden constricting grip on her, tears gathering at the corner of her eyes in pain and her struggle to breath. Shifting in Peter's hold only had him clamp down even tighter and for claws to dig into her flesh.

"Thank god. Now shoot him, before I shoot myself." at those words, sounding sick and tired of what was going on, Kagome felt her anger direct itself to the woman Allison called aunt.

"You, you said we were just going to catch them." Allison's tone flipped a complete 180° of anger to confusion, showing she was unaware of all that her aunt had planned out for tonight.

"We did that. Now we're gonna kill them." a gun shot rang in the air, Kagome jumped at the sudden disturbance in the relatively quiet night as well as the disturbing ease the woman fired a gun at a living person. "See! Not that hard."

As she continued her approach to where Allison and Scott were, Kagome once again began her struggles to break free and defend her family. Peter continued his relentless hold against her, then he leaned down and began to whisper, distracting her from what was being said outside and furthering her anger at the entirety of the situation.

"She's threatening your cousin. She's threatening Scott like it's nothing to her. She is willing to kill any and all she deems unworthy of living, a twisted woman who thinks if they aren't human, then they're nothing but mindless beasts that need to be put down." his words grew heated and angry, letting go some of the pent up rage that boiled deep within him. "Imagine, your entire family locked up and dying slow and painful deaths. Some suffocating, some burning, others buried beneath what they once called home. All because she thinks she has the right, because she is a hunter!"

His last words came out in a harsh hiss, as he stared at the window as if he could see what was going on outside. Kagome swallowed, her body shivering as if the heat of the fire and his anger were actually physically there. He didn't need to describe such a person, such a situation, she had dealt with both far too often in the past, and she had hoped such people, such situations would have stayed in the past.

"Kate!" Mr. Argent's voice rang through the air, bringing down a silence like an anvil that Kagome's body froze in apprehension. "I know what you did. Put the gun down."

Trying to calm her breathing down, Kagome tried to ignore the ringing in her ears to listen to what was being spoken outside. Sweat began to dot her brow as a feverish sensation started to overcome her body.

"I did what I was told to do." Kate's voice was low, that Kagome barely caught it.

"No one asked you to murder innocent people. There were children in that house, ones that were human. Look at what you're doing! You're pointing a gun at a 16 year old boy! No proof that he spilt human blood! We go by the code." his tone was firm, disappointment ringing along the edges of his words. "Nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent."

The silence continued, seemingly stretching on forever before another shot rang through the air. Peter spoke up once again, she felt his smile as he whispered into her ear. "That's my cue. Remember, be a good girl."

He slowly pulled away from her, clawed finger tips teasingly scraping along her shoulders before he silently left the room and made his way for the front door. Breathing in deeply and as silently as possible, Kagome waited a few moments before crouching down and examining the handcuffs. With her free hand, she frantically searched for a bobby pin in her hair and managed to tug a few strands in her haste. Biting the protective plastic end up, she bent the end as best she could and began fiddling in the key hole with hopes of escaping.

Her hands began to shake as adrenaline began pumping through her body when the sounds of a something heavy crashed on the front porch, her body also beginning to grow weary and seeming to be on fire. Whipping her head up when she heard the sounds of someone walking into the room, her hand froze in it's twisting as Peter reentered the room holding Kate by her throat. She kept her eyes on the two, ignoring the raised brow Peter threw her way when his eyes flicked to her hands. Instead of acting out, seeing she was indeed 'misbehaving', he turned around and faced the entrance as if waiting, expecting, someone to come in.

Kagome returned to her work on freeing herself, looking up when Allison stumbled to a stop in the open archway. Her hand kept twisting the bobby pin furiously, the situation was everything she knew was all sorts of bad. With her hand still busy at work, she twisted her head around looking for anything she could use as a weapon to strike at Peter even from her chained location.

"She's quite beautiful, Kate, though not as broken as you are." his tone was somewhat mocking, at first, but then it began to take on ragged and suffering edge to it when he continued. "I'll give you one chance to save her. Apologize. Say that you're sorry, for decimating my family, for leaving me burned and broken for six long years. Say it, and I'll let her live."

Turning away to look at the damn handcuffs, she let out an upset whine at the fact that she was still in such a helpless position while her friend was being forced to watch what Peter was doing to her aunt. Then her eyes caught sight of something on the rung of the radiator she was cuffed to, it was cracked and crumbling. While she knew such a thing was rare, the thing was made to take heat and over long periods of time, Kagome shifted and began kicking at it in hopes of being able to free herself that way. As she was kicking away, painfully she might add, she twisted around just in time to catch Allison's brief look and hear Kate apologize.

"I'm sorry." her words came out in pants, one could easily hear she was on the edge of crying.

As for Peter, he paused for a moment, as if breathing in the moment of victory or a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. But when Kagome noticed his body tensing, she knew for a fact that he was going to strike. She didn't know how, but she knew for a fact that it wasn't going to be a sigh Allison she be forced to see. She was innocent in all of this Argent and Hale war, she shouldn't be forced to pay for crimes she did not commit or forced to watch those that were guilty pay for them.

She reached out towards where Peter and Kate stood. "No!"

Wide eyes blinked when a few drops of warm blood landed against her cheek, her hand dropping as Kate's body was left to fall. As she leaned back on her haunches, she stared blankly at her freed hand and turned to look at the radiator. She had managed to cause a break, just big enough for the cuff to squeeze through. The cuff was still attached to her own wrist, her bobby pin still crammed into the key hole.

"I don't know about you, Allison, but that didn't sound very sincere." Peter give his hand a flick, getting rid of those few extra drops of blood before he started to stalk towards Allison.

Scrambling to her feet, she bypassed Kate and as she made her way to Peter, she was torn with either tackling him or sweeping his legs out from under him. Seeing she was already on her feet and quickly closing in, it looked like she was going to tackle him. However, that proved quite the task. He was solid despite how his more wiry frame looked and she was sure it was due to him being a werewolf, she only managed to force him to stumble half a step and brace himself and her weight.

"I thought I told you to behave, Kagome. Looks like you are in need of some punishment." he quickly pulled her form before him, forcing her much into the same position Kate had been a few moments earlier.

Kagome struggled in his hold, eyes locked with Allison's. Though they all froze when two growls, that weren't from Peter, rumbled deeply in the room. Flinching when Peter's grip on her tightened, she looked towards the sides, to her right was Scott and to the left was Derek. Both looked wound tight, and Kagome had to wonder where Derek stood in all of this. When Scott looked her way, she managed to see the shock turn quickly into fear and then rage, but she turned back towards Allison.

"Run!" it came out in harsh whisper, almost as if she were afraid to break the tense atmosphere that had settled over the room.

Allison shook her head, as if breaking free of some sort of daze and took off for the front door. Kagome however let out a gasped breath when a searing pain exploded from her where her shoulder met neck. She knew then, that Peter had bite her, and in some deep part of her mind she thought it very cliché that it had been there of all places. But her thoughts were interrupted when he tossed her at the couch that sat against the back wall facing the fireplace. Pushing herself up, she instinctively reached for her neck, hissing at the sting and pulling back to eye her wet fingers. Turning to Scott, she saw the rage in him build. She knew he thought of himself as a monster, and that he would not wish being a werewolf on anyone, especially those he cared for. Looking at Derek however, she couldn't get a read on, his face was a mask, an emotionless mask.

And then Derek struck, going for the element of surprise and while he and his uncle fought in the corner, Scott turned to her. "Go!"

Knowing when she was able to help in a fight and when she would only be in the way, Kagome scrambled out of the room and out of the door into the fresh forest air. Stumbling over the moist ground, she turned to face the window she had been locked in front of. Hearing scuffling, snarls, growls and crashing in the air, Kagome searched for Allison, and made her way towards the girl. She was crouched over her father's form, tears silently running down her face as she shook him. Making her way towards the two, Kagome crouched across from Allison, she looked over Mr. Argent's appearance. Reaching for a pulse, she breathed a sigh or relief when it pulsed strong and steady.

"He alright, just knocked out. But I think we should move him out of harms way. Help me." she looked up at the still shell shocked face of Allison. "Allison?"

Allison shook her head, clearing her mind and looked up at Kagome, blinking her eyes rapidly and looking surprised to see Kagome there at all. "Right! Right, um, over there. Behind the log."

Both took an arm and began dragging him around the log and carefully put him back down. He let out a quiet moan, and Kagome took it as a sign that he wasn't as unconscious as she had thought. Her thoughts were brought to an end when a body came crashing through a window, landing where Mr. Argent had been just moments before. Kagome bit her lip when she realized it was Scott when he began to pick himself up. She and Allison ducked down when Peter, in alpha mode, came crashing through immediately after and picked Scott up as if he weighed nothing.

A sudden honk from behind them, causing all to whip around and watch a Porsche come to a stop. What was even more surprising was Stiles jumping out of the drivers side and tossing a large glass flask at Peter. Kagome was more than confused when Jackson got out on the passenger's side as he watched the proceedings with wide eyes. Kagome turned to Peter when he let out a bone shaking growl and bared his teeth at Allison. Of course, Kagome was more than ready to get the girl out of harm's way, though she doubted she would leave her father unprotected.

"Allison!" both turned to Scott as he reached for a discarded bow and quickly tossed it at Allison. The girl easily caught it, the air around her shifted as she smoothly began pulling an arrow out and locking into her bow. Peter let out another growl as Allison took aim and pulled back on the bowstring. If she hadn't been any quicker, Peter would have tossed the flask at them. A good thing too, the moment the arrow flew through the glass and shattering it's contents over Peter's arm, the concoction ignited engulfing his entire arm in flames. It was cruel, even she knew that, after everything Peter had survived only to end up in flames again.

A second flask shattered against his chest, now his entire form was in flames. He whipped about, as if trying to shake the flames off of him as he growled and snarled into the air. They all stood there, frozen in place at the sight before them. But when Peter turned to where she and Allison stood, they all tensed, getting ready for whatever that was most likely going to happen. He let out another growls and shifted in preparation to lunge at them, but Scott intervened and managed to kick Peter away.

Easing as Peter stumbled away, finally succumbing to the flames, he landed with a heavy thud and stayed there. Kagome and Allison climbed to their feet, Allison a little more shook up of the two. Allison made her way to Scott, her moves careful and slow as if not to fright Scott away. Kagome herself dusted her skirts, though she knew it was a lost cause. She more than likely looked like a mess. Her right side had been torn into when she had tried to get Peter away from her earlier, her hair she could feel was hanging limply from all the pins. Reaching up, she began to pull out all the bobby pins, shaking her hair loose as she walked around the log.

"Kagome... you're bleeding." at Stiles somewhat shaky statement of the obvious, she turned towards him. Her hand left her hair and her tips lightly brushed against the still open wounds.

"It'll heal." the problem was, would her own abilities heal it, or would she become a werewolf.

"Did... did you... ask for it? Want it?" he licked his lips and his brows pinched as he eyed the bloody bite mark left behind.

"Oh yes. I threw myself at him, begging for him to bestow upon me a great honor!" she reached for the stars, only to bring her hand down and smack him upside the head. "Idiot. I'm fine with who and what I am." she smirked when he let out a pitiful whine and rubbed the back of his head.

"Did you have to hit so hard?" the words were dragged out in a whine as he looked at her, hands still rubbing at the back of his head. He pouted with watery eyes.

Biting down on her lower lip, Kagome fought to hold back the smile but it was no use. "Aww, come here. Let big sister Kagome kiss it all better!" she chuckled when the moment she reached out to him he jumped back, scrambling and stumbling over his own feet.

"Uh, that's alright! I'm actually... it actually doesn't hurt all that much!" he waved his arms around frantically. "No bumps or bleeding, so I'm all good!"

Lowering a hand, she ruffled his short cropped hair. "Good to hear. Glad you showed up."

"Wait!" at the sound of Scott's call, all turned to him, only to follow his gaze to where Derek stood over Peter's form. "You said the cure came from the alpha. What about her father and family? If you do this, I'm dead!"

Biting down on her lower lip, Kagome was at war with herself. While she did want Scott to be able to cure himself, the idea of her still innocent cousin taking a life to do so didn't sit well with her. The idea of Derek enacting his revenge by killing his uncle also didn't sit right with her either. But one way or another, she knew Peter was going to die tonight. Mr. Argent had regained consciousness and had drawn Allison to him to shield her from what was about to play out. Scott was frozen in his place but reached out to where Derek stood in hopes he didn't go through with his plan. Stiles was looking unsure, a sort of morbid fascination playing across his face that looked like he was a at war with himself on whether or not he should watch. And Jackson, his face was alarmingly blank.

Peter's voice washed over the clearing, but from where she stood, she couldn't make out what exactly he was saying. But his snarling growl was loud and clear, an obvious challenge at Derek, taunting him into doing it as though he wasn't capable of doing such. Kagome closed her eyes as he swung his arm down, not wanting to witness yet another death. But that didn't block out the wet slashing sound that she knew was claws slashing through flesh. Allison's shocked gasp also rang through the air along with a strong and heavy pound against the earth that Kagome knew had been from Scott.

After a while, Kagome opened her eyes and swept them over the everyone. Allison had her face tucked away from the sight, Scott had his head bowed in defeat, Stiles looked pale but seemed as if he couldn't drag his gaze away from the sight, and Jackson looked frighteningly determined. Kagome's own eyes snapped up to lock with Derek's when he shifted to face all of them.

"I'm the alpha now." a barely there smirk worked it's way across his lip, his eyes taking on a red glow that just spoke of power.

The silence that followed was thick, no one knowing what to do or say. Most turned away from Derek's heavy gaze, knowing that he was a natural predator and they were the ones beneath him. Though Mr. Argent narrowed his own eyes before turning his attentions onto his daughter. The silence only grew thicker and thicker until Stiles pulled a move that seemed to ease the tense situation.

"Ow! What the hell Stiles!" Kagome's body automatically flinched away from the painful jab to her side. She looked down at her side with a hiss, the wound having now been aggravated was more than likely sluggishly bleeding again.

"You're bleeding." his brows were furrowed as he observed his wet finger tips.

Rolling her eyes, Kagome relaxed her body. "Yes, you've stated such earlier. Anything else you would like to make obvious? That it's night? We're in the middle of the woods? Sheesh, you don't just poke open wounds like that."

"Those look like claw marks." Stiles' brows pinched once again as he wiped his hand across his pants.

"Yes, well, I was not being the quiet little hostage Peter had wanted me to be. So he 'punished' me. It'll heal." she waved a hand in the air rather flippantly. What was another wound from claws to her going to do, besides adding another scar. Letting out a tired sigh, she had really been looking forward to a regular school night, she raised her hand only to stop short at the dangling handcuff still attached to her wrist. "Oh. Stiles, you have a key for these?"

Stiles blinked at the wrist presented towards him, his brows skyrocketing at the handcuff that swung back and forth. "Uh yeah, in my jeep."

"Damn it." her arm dropped back to her side. Though it was gentle picked up by Derek who inspected the metal contraption.

Stiles took half a step back, though his eyes darted over to Scott and he mentally whimpered at the confused look his best friend was wearing at the exchange between Kagome and Derek. Kagome watched how the cuff was easily broken, though her wrist remained trapped, only now in Derek's hold. She canted her head to the side when his thumb brushed across the inside of her wrist, his eye boring into her own.

"I'm fine." her words were spoken softly, quietly, meant for his ears alone. When he released her hand, it dropped to grip the bottom of his jacket, shaking slightly when he pushed back the hair that covered the bite mark. Her hair fell behind her shoulder, his hand brushing slightly along the edges of bites. When his worried eyes returned to her own, she offered a small smile. "I'm fine. Really."

His lips were at her own, powerful, dominating, and needy. She raised her arms to wrap around his neck, bringing him closer. When he nipped at her lower lip, asking for entrance, she could only let out a sigh. His tongue was a greedy thing, forceful as it insistently tapped and pushed against her own. The shocked gasps and angry questions from Scott went unheard as the two continued their lip lock. Her hands dove into his hair, forcing his head to tilt to the side and bring him that much closer. The move had him rumbling deep in his chest and he in turned pulled her closer to his body, the noise and vibrations doing such wonderfully wicked things to her.

When his hands gripped at her waist, she pulled back with a pained hiss. Panting, she tried to control her pulse and breathing when in all reality, she wanted to continue. She had grown addicted to his taste, the scent of him, feeling him in her arms. And now that they were out in the open, there was no need to hold back. With her head tucked under his chin, she let out a final eased breath and hum when she felt Derek nuzzle the top of her head. It was rather cute how affectionate he could be.

"What the hell, Kagome!" at Scott's frustrated question, both turned to the teen as he shot up to his feet. He gaped at the two of them, disbelief written across his face as clear as day.

Derek wrapped his arms securely around Kagome's waist, though he was sure not to aggravate her injuries, and pulled her closer. He eyed Scott with slightly narrowed eyes, obviously displeased at the preverbal cockblock. His entire being was pumping full of adrenaline, and he had a few ideas of how to release that pent up frustration he was sure she wouldn't mind going along with based on her eagerness. But not only was she injured, he had just killed his uncle, and Scott was more than likely throwing a mental temper tantrum and being denied the cure.

So leaning down, watching Scott until a curtain of Kagome's black hair block the boy from sight, he whispered in her ear. The tiny shivers and sudden rush of gooseflesh pleased him and he didn't hide his satisfied smirk. "Looks like we'll pick this up another time."

Kagome shivered again when a hot and moist tongue traced along the edge of her ear, followed by a nip to her lobe and kiss below her ear. Her face flushed at the promises, both out loud and silent. Her lips quirked up at his next words. "The dress looks good on you. To bad it's ruined." his hand lightly skimmed down the side where the tear was.

Snorting softly, she looked up at him from beneath her lashes. "What is it you want me to do? I don't exactly have a needle and thread on me." her gaze went down to the torn side where her pale skin looked paler in the dark and against the red of her dress.

A low chuckle sounded in her ears, and hers alone. "There are other options." his lips pressed lightly against her ear again.

Face losing all forms of emotion, Kagome stared at the muscled chest in front of her. "I am not about to stripe down in the middle of the night, in the middle of the forest to run around in my panties and heels in front of all these people." she raised a brow and a corner of her lips at the low amused growl Derek let loose.

"...tly how long has this been going on!" the shouted question from Scott drew Kagome's attention, the action baring her neck to Derek's gaze.

As Kagome contemplated on how exactly to answer Scott, her eyes darting to where Mr. Argent stood with Allison still in his protective hold, while Derek wrapped himself around her and buried his nose in her hair behind her ear. "For a while now." she wrapped her own around Derek in return, pleased and content at the warmth and safety she felt from being with him.

A awkward discussion took on between the two of them while the others continued to stand around. Stiles, despite the situation, wore a goofy grin. The adrenaline was still pumping through his veins and he felt light headed, but they beat the bad guy! Looking towards Scott and Allison reaching out to calm him down and then to Derek and Kagome, he felt it was a little unfair that he didn't get the girl in this. Or odd that Kagome was alright with hanging out with Derek after he literally ripped his uncle's throat out. Though he was pretty sure Derek had a free pass, or get out of jail card, since Peter had hell bent on killing everyone close to Scott, himself included, and then kill the entire Argent family.

If not that, Kagome was a very forgiving person. After she smacked a person upside the head, and those hurt.

Though he did have to wonder about a few things, such as what happens now. Would the Argents back off? Would Kagome become a werewolf, because she had been bitten. Were Scott and Kagome now part of Derek's pack, since he was now alpha? And what the hell were Kagome and Derek talking about that had her blushing like that? Cause really, he could use some tips on how to get that sort of look directed towards him. He just really hoped that they didn't jump each other right there, not only was there a body a few feet away, but it would just remind him just how he so did not get a girl.

Things were going to get harry, that's for sure, between the Argents and Scott, as well as Kagome. Regardless of her becoming a werewolf or not. She freely associated herself with Derek through the whole ordeal, while many had suspected the guy as the killer. Stiles was pretty sure that put her in there little black book of shame. Did they even have such a thing? His mouth opened up and the words he had been thinking about earlier spewed out, almost of their own violation. "So now what?"

All attention turned towards him, to which his eyes darted from person to the other before he shrugged his shoulders and offered a lopsided smirk. Kagome was the first to speak up, breaking the silence with her rather lazy words.

"Now we all go home. Whatever needs to be discussed, can wait until tomorrow." she let out a tired sigh as her head came to rest above Derek's heart. "What I wouldn't give for a hot spring right about now." her comment ended in a whimper.

"Hot spring?" Stiles wasn't seeing the connection between what just happened, her suggestion and a hot spring had in common.

"Mmm. I'm sore all over, exhausted and bleeding. If I could, I would strip down and spend hours in a hot spring right now." her eyes were closed as she rested against Derek, who looked more than happy to hold her up as well as perked up at her words.

"I don't know about a hot spring, but I have a large bath at my place." his lips curled up in a rare show of emotion other than sour wolf, at least to the others seeing he had his face buried in Kagome's hair the moment he wrapped himself around her.

"Ooo, you're evil, teasing me so." Kagome turned her face up to him, though she kept her eyes closed as she pouted.

"Who said I was just teasing." he leaned down, brushed his nose against her own. While his body ached for her, he knew nothing be happening this night. She was still bleeding sluggishly from the wounds Peter had given her, and there was still the fact that her becoming a werewolf was a high possibility. Didn't mean he couldn't ease some of the tension until then.

Her lips curled up in a lazy and tired smile, her eyes opening to reveal hazy blues. "Think you could give a girl a ride?"

"I can do that." without so much as a glance to the others, they walked to wherever Derek supposedly had his car parked.

Though Kagome was sure to toss something Scott's way before the two disappeared completely. "Tell Aunt Mel I'm at a friend's tonight, so no need to worry!"

Scott sputtered and stared long after they left. Whipping his head about, his eyes darting to those still left behind in confusion and frustration. He floundered about for words to say, not knowing where to start on subject matter. There was just so much that needed to be discussed about but the problem was which was more important and where to start.

"She was right, we'll discuss it all in the morning. Until then, it's time for your kids to back home." when no one moved, he raised a brow and gave them all a pointed look that had them jumping into action. His next words gave them all pause. "I don't have to warn you about keeping all this a secret, now do I?"

When the boys quickly shook there heads, he gave them a nod of his head. When he turned to come back the way he came, he had to force Allison to turn with him and steer her away from Scott. The moment the darkness and forest swallowed them out of eveyone's sight, Scott's entire body slumped. After a few more minutes of silence, he eventually shuffled his way over to where Stiles stood and gave him a pitiful look.

Rolling his eyes, Stiles slapped an arm around his best friend's shoulders. "Come on ya big puppy, let's get you back home."

"Not in my Porsche you don't. With the way you drive, you'll get us all killed." Jackson scoffed as he made his way to the driver's side of the car and opened the door. When he noticed that the other two hadn't moved he rolled his eyes in a very Jackson way. "Get in, cause I'm not going to offer you again."

The both of them shared a quick look before rounding their way to the other side and crammed themselves into the only other seat in the car. The ride back into town was awkwardly quiet between the three of them, until Stiles broke it with a comment about how gay they must look. The silence that followed grew even more tense and awkward, though Stiles did cry out in surprise and pain when both Scott and Jackson gave him a smack upside the head.

Scott passed on Kagome's message, stuttering when he tried to explain which friend Kagome was with. Though he was relieved when his mom finally understood what he was so hard trying to explain, with a revealed sigh Scott climbed his way upstairs to his room and collapsed atop his bed. He was glad that he know longer had to keep secrets from Allison, he still hoped that Mr. Argent wouldn't go after him anymore because he also knew what he was now. He had to wonder how long Kagome was keeping her relationship with Derek a secret... then thought better. That would just give him a headache and he was already far to exhausted enough to think about that. So he managed to fight out of his clothes and craw his way into bed and fell asleep.

Kagome hummed as she walked out of the bathroom, messaging her scalp with a sigh at the feeling of relief after her long and warm bath that Derek had promised her. Of course, since she had no other clothing, Derek had offered her one of his shirts. It just covered everything, barely, though from the pleased rumbled and arms wrapping around her from behind, she could easily say Derek didn't mind. Turning around, she wrapped her arms around his neck with a lazy happy smile.

"I'm not sure which you looked better in, that dress or my shirt." he pulled her closer.

"Mm, sounds like someone is getting territorial." she leaned up on the tips of her toes, her lips a hair's breath away. "But I'm extremely tired and I can hear your bed calling our names."

Derek smirked, reaching down so his hands could grasp at her and hoist her up his body. His hands gave a pleased squeeze to the soft and supple flesh of her derriere as he walked towards said bed. To finally have her in his arms, and soon enough, in his bed was enough to excite him. Though she had been right, seeing her in his clothing, smelling the scents of his soaps cling to her made her his, and he was more than ready to instil that fact in everyone's mind. With those thoughts in mind, he claimed her lips in a dominant kiss, plundering all she had to offer him. The kiss turned into more relaxed and lazy, showing just how exhausted Kagome really was, though it didn't take away from the heat and passion between them. A desperate need was at the edge of their kiss, to make sure she was really there after being so close to being taken away from him. They clung closer to each other, though Kagome broke away from the kiss when they tumbled into his bed, Derek let out a low chuckle as he took pleasure in how at ease she was with him and in his territory. When they rolled to the middle, he pulled her tired form closer to his own. He watched as she slowly drifted off into sleep, though when she gave him one last look, there was a flash in her blue eyes that had him pulling her closer to fit more tightly against his own form.

A lazy smirk worked it's way onto his face as he buried his nose where her neck and shoulder met, his hand cradling the back of her head. Her wounds were already merely pink markings that were just as quickly disappearing and he could easily pick up the change in her scent. It looked like tomorrow was going to be the start of something new and far more exciting. He couldn't wait.

Entangling himself around her, he ensured she wouldn't be able to leave the bed or him without him knowing, Derek finally allowed himself to settle into sleep. He was sure he would be having the most restful night he had in a long while since coming back, and he was looking forward to more nights with Kagome, regardless of there being anything beyond them simply sharing a bed. He was looking forward to a future with Kagome involved in any way shape or form, just as long as she was there.

AN: And~ we are done! Another story has come to an end, and I am glad. It was an experience, full of ups and downs to get to this point and I have everyone to thank. My friends that kept bugging me to finish this, you awesome readers that also kept at it despite the ridiculously long break in between, and the vast amounts of time spent rewatching every episode and consumed high sugar and high caffeinated products that helped kept me going.

Thank you, legal drugs, thank you.

I sincerely hope that everyone has enjoyed this story, and especially this last one. It took forever to end, and I'm glad I figured out how to close it off. I look forward to your reviews, and to whatever projects the future may hold! Until then!

- BunnyWK