The moon was dull showing barely a slither of itself. Scott wondered if it was a bad omen for tomorrow's arrangements, at least bad for werewolves that is.

The moon always gave him strength in more ways than one but staring into the faint light of the half of the moon all he could see was the darkness that ate at it like a virus. It seemed like the moon was predicating his lonely omega like status, because after tomorrow he would no longer be a full member of this pack. He may stay Derek's Beta and technically apart of this family but half of him would be bound to the Argents. His duty to the pack wouldn't end with the marriage he would be torn between the two like the moon with the darkness that engulfed it. So Scott ran through the forest chasing the last bit of freedom he had left. When Scott stopped at the early hours of the morning he just fell to the ground in exhaustion and slept on the cold ground with no thought to anything.

It was late in the afternoon when Scott walked into the house, muddy feet dragging over the wooden floor boards from his lazy steps. Derek was waiting for him in the living room with an angry look plastered on his face tapping his fingers against the arm rest of the blue three seater couch. He gestured for Scott to sit down to the right of him. Scott dropped himself onto the coach letting his body weight do all the work.

"How's Stiles" he said looking at the wooden coffee table in front of them

"Exhausted, and still ignoring me" Derek said cracking his neck "I was worried" he said resting back against the frame of the couch

"About Stiles or me" Scott said dark brown eyes looking over at the alpha

"Both" Derek said with a drawn out breath "But seeing as Stiles is well enough to pout but not leave the bed". "I will have to direct my worrying towards you"

"It's ok, you don't have to worry about me going M.I.A" Scott tried to smile but it came out like a grimace. "Or anything… "

"That's not it. I know it bothers you which is fine but…." Derek stopped frowning looking upwards like the end of his sentence had just gotten away from him.

"It's just" Scott turned his whole body towards Derek making direct eye contact. "Look at your relationship with Stiles. At the moment it's completely fucked up, and who knows if

it's going to get any better?" "Chris is a hunter he kills werewolves for a living, how do you think he is going to act towards me."

Derek looked forward still frowning "I'm sorry but I don't have an answer"

"I didn't think you would"

I ran through the forest falling into the muddy ground as I ran panicked, pushing past the long grass that was all around me. Pulling myself up by grabbing onto the grass cutting my palms in the process the wounds stinging as I heaved my body forward.

Feet sinking in at the roots of the plants making it increasingly more difficult to run. I knew I couldn't stop they weren't far behind me the sound of their vehicles growing louder and there taunting.

Drudging through the mud that continued to get thicker and deeper around me, making it increasingly difficult to keep my footing. Taking a look around myself the night had grown ever darker as the moons light seemed to completely disappear. I need to keep moving, though it was becoming almost impossible to see anything except what was right in front of me.

In the middle of my next step I felt a sharp pain from something making quick contact with the back of my head. Before I knew it my face was making contact with muddy ground. Everything was fuzzy and distorted combined with complete silence I could barely breathe.

The panic was taking over and all that mattered was getting away. I reached out trying to find the ground underneath me to lift myself up but as soon as I got onto my hands and knees a boot connected with my stomach flinging me onto my back. Gagging on the air I was desperately trying to get into my lungs but it was just too painful to breathe.

I looked to my left where the kick must have come from to try and see my attacker. My eyesight was still blurry but I could still make out there shadow. All I could do was stare, shaking as they moved closer to me, the dark shadow of their hands coming closer reaching out to me.

Scott awoke with his eyes wide open, his body covered in sweat and his lungs burning from his strained breaths. He stared at the ceiling of his room for a moment before rolling over to the left side of the bed and throwing up.

As the sun set and the sky started too turned orange and dark, the hale pack stood at the front of their home. Derek four steps in front of the rest of them standing tall focused on the road that was straight in front of him. They were all silent too anxious to say anything all smelling of worry.

Scott looked at the back of his brother focusing on him, keeping himself grounded so he wouldn't flee. He just needed to keep in mind why he was doing this, it was all for his family his mother, Derek and his pack. The echoing of engines filled his ears that started off as a soft hum that only a wolf could hear slowly becoming louder.

Two dark grey SUV's came trailing up the dirt drive way tearing up the ground as they drove down it. The Vehicles pulled up slowly both parking horizontal from each other just a few meters in front of where Derek stood. Everyone's eyes focused towards the cars impatiently waiting for the party to show themselves.

Scott wanted to look away but he knew if he did it would be taken as a sign of weakness. With how the Argents viewed their diminished pack at the moment they couldn't afford to show their faults.

So he watched as 2 people exited from the first SUV a women and a much older man no one seemed to be moving to get out of the second car yet. Most likely trying to gauge if were violent or just as likely just a safety percussion.

"You must be the new Alpha" The older man said with a smile too wide and strained to be sincere. "Are you a Hale" Every one new he was the only Hale left in the pack, meaning he was just bringing it up to make them all remember why he was the only one left.

Derek just grunted in response

"My daughter and I would like to meet the young man before my son does if you don't mind" The man Said looking directly at Scott making him stiffen from the coldness of his gaze.

Derek and the two Argents walked over to him the women looked him up and down before laughing sharply "You must be barley 15"

"17" Scott said quickly

"You do not look it. Chrissy is so lucky" She replied with a wink

"Sorry for my impolite daughter, I'm Gerard and this is Kate. My Wife would like to apologies to you and your Alpha" He said nodding towards Scott the Derek. "For not greeting you also but she is unwell and hasn't left bed all week."

"I.," The sound of a car door shutting made Scott stop mumbling over his words.

"Couldn't of given us a few more minutes Chris" Snapped Kate turning towards her brother.

Scott turned to look in the same direction as the women.

They didn't look very alike Kate and Chris where she had blonde hair and brown eyes he had brown hair and blue eyes. But they both had a commanding stance that was more than a little frighting. He was handsome with his slight stubble and lean body but that didn't make Scott feel any better because Peter had been handsome too…