Chapter 16

They managed to get through the rest of the day without incident and met back in the band room to avoid alerting the rest of the pack. "Allie, can you bring some weapons and ammo when you pick up the amulets?" Stiles asks.

"For what?" Allison asks as she mentally reviews what she thinks she can get away with taking without alerting her dad.

"Now that dad and Tara know about everything, I would like to enchant and prepare some weapons for those without claws and teeth" he says with a smirk.

"I doubt a knife will be all that useful" Jackson says looking worriedly at Lydia who seems distracted until he says that.

"Actually I was thinking about that" Lydia says with a thoughtful expression. "What do you think about creating essential oils using wolfsbane? We could use it to coat knives and arrows" she suggests and Stiles sees the light go off in Allison's eyes.

"Potent" he admits "but we need to be careful or it could kill with a scratch. If we do it we need to be extremely careful. I doubt that you could cure that kind of poisoning. Right now we just use the flowers to add to the bullets or boil them in water to create a solution. Essential oils would be extremely dangerous" he says slowly and both Lydia and Allison look a lot less certain.

"Maybe we should wait until we have the antidote before trying that" Jackson suggests very, very carefully as he watches the two women. They both nod in agreement.

"It will take a bit of time to gather everything up at my house" Allison warns them "so it will be a bit before we get to your house" she tells Stiles who nods in agreement. Allison and Jackson leave after Stiles confirms that there are only a few people around. Stiles watches them leave before turning to the redhead who is looking very disturbed.

"Lydia" Stiles starts gently as he sees the concerned look on her face "it's not a bad idea, but once that genie is out of the bottle, it won't go back in and I don't trust the hunters to have an incurable wolfsbane poison in their arsenal" he tells her and she agrees to not pursue it without including him. But Stiles can see there is more on her mind. "There's something else?" he asks.

Lydia looks very uncomfortable before she straightens her shoulders and looks directly at Stiles. "You knew things about me and Jackson, things that you couldn't…shouldn't know. Things that we didn't tell anyone, not even each other" she takes a deep breath. "Stiles…how did you know that stuff?" she looks at him and Stiles tries not to flinch.

He is quiet for several minutes as he gathers his thoughts and he almost says something several times but it all feels like the wrong thing to say. Finally he gives up. "Lydia, I promise that I will explain it but I think we should wait till we get to my house. We have some time before Allie and Jackson will get there if you want some privacy but I would really feel better talking about it somewhere more secure." He looks at her and thinks she is going to argue but she just nods and they leave the room.

Stiles is surprised by how empty the halls are, they must have talked longer than he realized. Of course this was one of the remoter parts of the school so the noise from the band wouldn't disturb the other classes. They had only gotten a few steps when the alpha twins step out of the shadows directly in front of them, glaring at the two of them in a less than friendly manner.

Stiles stops and grabs Lydia's arm stopping her as well. "Guys. You are here late" Stiles says to them trying to sound casual.

The twins both glare and then their eyes glow red as their claws and fangs extend causing Lydia to take a step back. "Lydia…get ready to run" Stiles whispers but they twins both roar surprising them.

"She's not going anywhere. When we have you two, your little omega friends will come running" Aiden snarls as they advance on the teens.

"Besides, Deucalion is very interested in having a long conversation with you Stilinski. If you are lucky, you might even survive it" Ethan smirks.

Stiles' smirk gets even bigger. Lydia is watching the twins as she tries to casually get her phone out to call Jackson. "Really? Big and stupid suggested that I was just going to be killed to send a message to my pack" Stiles snarked. "Guess since you lost the guy, your plans have changed?" he snorts at them.

"Speaking of Ennis, what exactly happened to him?" Ethan narrows his eyes and growls at the teen not because he particularly cares about the Alpha but if he can get the answer before they arrive that will put them in Deucalion's good graces.

Stiles face hardens and the smile goes away and his glare is directed at the alpha in front of him. "He made a really bad mistake...he threatened my dad" Stiles' voice is like ice and Ethan suddenly realizes that he is smelling nothing. There is no fear or nerves, his heart beat is completely level. In fact, the only thing he smells is...ozone? He frowns.

"So?" Aiden sneers looking at the pathetic teen. He really doesn't get why his brother is playing with the spaz.

"Ever see 'Old Yeller'?" Stiles asks looking exceeding proud of himself. "That's how you deal with a rabid animal. You put it down!"

Both of the Alphas growl as their eyes flash. "Now!" Stiles yells to Lydia who turns and tries to runs but she only gets a few steps before Aiden runs and grabs her to pull her back. Stiles watches as Ethan, claws out, advances towards him.

"You are going to come with us. Don't give us any problems and maybe the redhead won't get hurt…much" Ethan threatens.

"Big mistake you dumb mutt!" Stiles growls and Ethan has only taken one step when the boy's eyes flash green and two spinning discs of fire ignite in a flash over his hands. Stiles shifts his weight as the alpha takes a step backwards in surprise giving him enough time to bring his hands in front of his body, over his heart, each one behind the other as Ethan takes another step back in surprise as his eyes widen.

"What the hell?" Ethan growls out but that's all he has time for before the discs explode forward from Stiles' hands. They rush forward from Stiles, each seeming to pull the other one behind them like they are connected with a rubber band, stretching apart and pulling the other forward, increasing in speed until they hit the Alpha with the full force of a battering ram. Ethan barely has time to throw his hands up before the magic blast slams into him and sends him flying across the hall, smashing through the glass and wood of the door before bouncing onto the grass where he rolls to a stop and lays there, unmoving.

Spinning around Stiles sees the stunned faces of Aiden and Lydia staring at him before the Alpha reacts. "ETHAN!" he screams his twin's name and tosses Lydia into the lockers where she slams into them and slides down the wall. The werewolf leaps at Stiles who brings his glowing hand over his head in an wide arc and slams it down onto the floor. His magic, mirroring his movements, slams into Aiden like a hammer, flattening him into the floor without the alpha ever seeing what it was that hit him. He manages to look up just as Stiles swings both arms around like he is swinging a bat and Aiden feels the impact that sends him flying to smash through a window before bouncing in the grass.

He growls as he staggers to his hands and knees, feeling the broken ribs that are currently trying to heal even as he tries to understand what is going on. He looks up and sees the kid that they were sure was just a stupid spaz and what he sees scares him more than Deucalion ever did. The guy's arms are covered in glowing tattoos and the very air seems to vibrate around him and every sense he possesses is screaming 'run'. He watches as Stiles steps out of the hole and stabs his fingers into the dirt and grass, never taking his glowing green eyes off the werewolf.

Aiden flinches at the glow in those eyes before he feels something tickle against his hand and he risks taking a look and freezes in shock as he watches tendrils of some plants growing from the ground at super speed. In mere seconds the plants are several inches high and then they start wrapping around his hands and he feels a burning sting and rips his arms free. He roars as he looks at the teen, crouched down with his hands in the dirt, and he plans to jump up and attack him when he feels a sharp burning pain on his ankles. Pulling at his leg he sees that both of his legs are wrapped in the plants and more and more of them are reaching up for his arms and chest.

Aiden roars and struggles but for every one of the plants he dislodges, another two of them seem to replace them and they attach themselves to him. Suddenly they start blossoming and Aiden snarls at the sight of that hated purple flower…Wolfsbane! His struggling increases but he can feel the stinging and burning spread over his body and he realizes that his left hand is now completely entangled. His expression shifts from angry to panic when a rather large vine wraps itself around his neck, burning his skin, as it tightens and he struggles to breathe. He looks at the teenager with the glowing eyes and sees his death. A quick glance shows that Ethan is still unconscious and facing losing the one he can't lose he makes his choice and whispers "Please…mercy" he croaks out.

Stiles is watching the alpha from the edge of the grass. Unknown to the others, he had an idea when he realized he did have druidic abilities. So for the last several weeks, Stiles had been walking around Beacon Hills tossing wolfsbane seeds into grass and flowerbeds, so that they would be there when he called for them or maybe even that some of them would naturally spread. He had gotten the idea of using them against the Alpha after reading one of the druidic books that talked about speeding up plant growth and how to direct the vines and tendrils. When he dug his hands in the ground he had reached out to the telluric line under the school and super charged the plants to grow around the Alpha and wrap themselves around the teenage werewolf who was now trapped and pleading for his life.

Stiles didn't want to spare either of the twins. He knows that they attacked Isaac and were threatening both him and Lydia, but he couldn't forget the fear in his father's voice when Stiles had Ennis at his mercy and he begged his son not to cross that line. Stiles knew that he needed to choose once and for all the kind of magic user that he was going to be. He knew that he could kill when he had to, when there truly was no other choice, but was this that situation? He remembered how Stephen had asked why he allowed the other witches to live as if he was testing Stiles. Would he allow his desire to protect his family and friends lead him to become someone as brutal and cruel as those he fought? Stiles struggled but he finally managed to center himself and felt his rage start to subside. Twisting his energies, Stiles causes the vine around the Alpha's throat to contract rapidly, slamming his head into the ground and momentarily stunning the wolf.

Standing up, Stiles pulled his fingers from the dirt, he looks at the two wolves and stares into the eyes of Alpha who is looking at him with confusion and fear. "I will give you one chance" he tells the wolf and gestures as he creates a fiery portal right behind the unconscious Ethan. "Take your brother and go through the portal or you both die" he said without any emotion as the wolfsbane vines untangled themselves from the alpha.

Aiden scrambles away from the hated plants and rubs the red and blistered spots on his wrists and neck before he glances at the scene that appears on the other side of the glowing circle. It appear to be a jungle of some kind. "Where is it?" he asks as he moves to his brother and sighs in relief as he sees that his twin is still breathing.

"Does that affect your decision?" Stiles asks the Alpha who looks back at him before deciding that wherever that door leads is a hell of a lot better than being here. Aiden lifts his brother over his shoulder and steps through the portal. He doesn't think they are going to have to worry about the Demon Wolf coming after them anytime soon, or probably at all. Aiden knows that the Alpha had no idea of what the kid was capable of. Morrell was completely wrong about the kid and that mistake would probably be fatal. The moment Aiden's feet hit the grass the portal shuts behind him and he actually breathed a sigh of relief. Looking around him, he puts Ethan down and that's when he sees the blue waters of an ocean behind him and he realizes that he cannot hear, smell, or see any signs of people. They are a long way from California. Sitting down on the grass he waits for his brother to wake up as he feels his injuries healing.

"Stiles?" Lydia's voice and expression is shaken as she stares at him like she has never seen him before. "How? What? What did you do?" she whispers desperately.

Stiles moves slowly to her side as she is still looking unsteady. "Sorry about all of that, I wasn't expecting them to pull anything at school, though after Ennis attacked my house, I guess I shouldn't be surprised." He looks unhappy and when he looks at the broken window and door he figures they should probably leave before someone shows up and they are blamed for the damage. "We'll talk at home" he instructs and pulls her carefully to his jeep where they get in and head for the Stilinski house.

Lydia just stares at him as they drive to his house. She is holding it together when all of sudden she gasps and Stiles looks over to see her staring, ashen faced, at his hand resting on the shift. Looking down he sees his wolf walking along his arm as if it didn't have a care in the world. "Dude!" Stiles hisses and the wolf looks back at him before glancing over at Lydia. If he didn't know better he would absolutely swear that the wolf actually rolled his eyes at Stiles before turning and walking, not running like he has every other time, no he walks till he passes back under Stiles' sleeve. He looks over at Lydia who is looking a bit wild-eyed. "I can explain that…sorta" he qualifies.

Lydia turns back to look out the front. She takes several deep breaths and he can hear her muttering incoherently under her breath. He is pretty sure he hears something like 'damn town' before she goes sub-vocal. He tries not to laugh but he really can't control the smile on his face. They pull into the driveway and Stiles gets out of the car only to notice that Lydia is still sitting in the jeep.

"Lydia?" he asks waving his hands and he sees indecision in her face before she finally nods and gets out. She walks over to Stiles and pokes him in the chest, hard. "Ow!" he mutters.

"You. Will. Explain. Everything." She makes every word a sentence and Stiles if fairly certain that she was barely holding it together so he just nodded. They walk in to the house and he sits her on the couch while he runs upstairs and grabs several of his books before coming back downstairs.

"Okay, long story, but Deaton told me that I had a magic spark. That was how I was able to use the mountain ash at the Jungle when we were trying to trap the Kanima. Anyways, after we defeated Gerard and freed Jackson, I went to Deaton to learn more about it since everyone was busy with other stuff. He told me that I didn't have the Druidic Mark and it didn't seem that I had any other so it was unlikely that I would be able to do any real magic but he did offer to reach out to some friends to see if they could help. He warned me that my spark might not be strong enough to ever really develop into something useful" Stiles explains.

Lydia looks askance at that and raises an eyebrow. "How did he mess up that badly?" she finally asks.

"He technically didn't. Just wait" he stops her as she opens her mouth to argue. "So I go San Francisco looking for some books to use as resources where I meet a witch named Martinique. She's really cool and helped me a bunch. She noticed my spark but said I wasn't a Witch and it wasn't very strong, just like Deaton had said. She did however introduce me to a monk named Kiran who told me I didn't have the Magecraft Mark, and he too thought it was because my spark was too weak. He did however teach me some meditation and martial arts exercises."

"Wait a second, what is this Mark stuff?" Lydia interrupts. Stiles explains the six domains of magic and how sparks mature into a Mark in one of the different domains. He also tells her about how the different users rarely interact. "That doesn't seem very efficient. Why don't they work together?" she asks sounding irritated.

"I have only met the Sorcerer Supreme and the Merlin and Morgaine of the Druids and it seems that while they have grudging respect for each other…they are just too different. Each domain looks at the world through its own viewpoints and the others are just too odd to each other. There are some basic interactions like...Druids and good Witches usually get along and it seems that most everyone doesn't like the Necromancers, but it's like they are all speaking a different language from each other. Anyways, I was meditating one day, trying to find my center, when I met the astral form of a Sorcerer named Stephen. He was in danger due to one of his enemies' spells and he needed help so I offered to host him so he could rest outside his body. He jumped inside me and that's when he figured out what Deaton couldn't; that my spark is apparently fluid, not set like everyone else's. It means that instead of having a single Mark, I actually have all six of them. The problem was that my magic was actively hiding from others. So when I was with a Druid or Witch or Enchanter, my magic hid from them. It turns out that when I concentrate I can shift the magic of my spark into whichever of the six Marks I want to use. I can even use several at once if I spread it out" he tells Lydia.

"So there are six different types of magic that don't really get along or interact and everyone gets placed into one of the six, yet you are able to use all of them instead of being one like everyone else?" Lydia looks at him with a sigh. "Only you Stiles" she says.

Stiles explains a bit about his tattoos, showing her the ones on his arms, before moving to the wards he put on the house. That led to the tough part. "In order for the house stone to recognize supernatural people as friends, I had to come up with a way to let the stone know who to trust. This kind of magic is really complicated but when I was doing some reading in my Necromancy book, I found a way to magically create a completely unique sigil as a symbolic representation of a person's soul, and once I had that, I could put each sigil on the stone. Creating the sigil requires me to look at each person as truthfully as I can and then let the magic complete it. As it forms, I can see things about each person that they may not even know about themselves. I can see fears and doubts and even connections that exist or don't. That's how I knew what to say to you and Jackson" he says looking embarrassed.

"Who all have you done?" she asks cautiously as she thinks about what he told her.

"You and Jackson, Scott, Isaac, and Erica. I did a list after Scott, I put him on it when I made the wards" he replies.

"What about Allison and your dad? I figure that since you made it, it knows you?" she asks shrewdly.

"I used my blood to consecrate the spell so dad and I were both automatically included. Allie is human so as long as she doesn't mean me or dad any harm, or is associated with someone who does, the protections won't stop her. Same for Scott's mom. Anyone who isn't entirely human would be blocked if they weren't on the approved list" Stiles says with a laugh.

"Is that how you figured out I was a Banshee?" she asks quietly and Stiles nods. He explains that her sigil showed him that and he did some reading, but he hasn't had enought time to really look into it so he doesn't really have enough to tell her much. Stiles did share that he had asked the Morgaine about her and she said she would help out when we had time.

They talk for a bit longer and then they hear Allison and Jackson arrive. The two come in carrying several large bags with knives, ammunition, and the finished silver medals that Allison had made last night and left to set. "By the way dad sent you this" Allison said handing Stiles one of the bags.

Looking confused he opened the bag and pulled out a book and gasps when he recognizes the Argent Bestiary. He reaches in and pulls out several other books, diaries, and tomes that are all about the supernatural. "How did you get him to let me borrow them?" he stammers in excitement.

"He said and I quote 'make sure Stiles' father knows I gave them to you'. He also gave us quite a bit of wolfsbane ammunition. Should fit the Glock 22's the BHPD uses" she tells him. Stiles smiles happily. "He also gave you some regular ammo and all of this so we didn't have to try and sneak it out" she adds.

"We don't have a lot of time to do these right" Stiles says picking up one of the medals "but I should be able to put a charm on them short term. They won't hold the spell long, maybe a week, especially if we only use a single spell. If we had time, I could make them more complicated. It took me a couple of hours to do my dad's badge" he tells them for comparison.

"Can you use them to give everyone the Kanja?" Allison asks and Stiles smiles happily.

"That's perfect! It will prevent Blake from messing with anyone else's mind. And she is probably the bigger threat at the moment" Stiles exclaims.

"What about the Alpha Pack?" Jackson reminds them.

Lydia snorts with a smile. "The Alpha Pack is not definitely not having a very good time in Beacon Hills. They have lost three Alphas so far" she smirks and tells the other two about the twins attack and how Stiles defeated them using his magic.

"Wait?! What? You mean real magic? You have magic and were able to take out two Alphas!" Jackson stares in disbelief at the teen.

Stiles shrugs. "Actually he took out three. Ennis attacked his house the other night and Stiles cut his arm off before dumping him on a deserted island" Allison says casually enjoying the rather flabbergasted look on Jackson's face.

Jackson pales as he stares at the guy he has picked on since they were kids. "You cut his arm off? How?" he asks, his voice strained.

Stiles just shrugs and smiles before he throws his right hand out, igniting his shield and starting it spinning around like a buzz-saw. "Pretty cool, huh?" he says with a smirk. Jackson pales but Lydia leans forward and Stiles stops the spin so she can inspect the glowing symbols.

The next few minutes has Stiles discussing some of what he has been learning lately and his time with the Sorcerers and his and Allison's meeting with the druids. During the discussions, Stiles uses one of his special inks that he made this summer for painting runes and draws the kanja on each of the medallions. Once they are all finished and laid out before him. He concentrates on the kanja, drawing it carefully in his mind, visualizing its purpose and intent, and then he pushes that out into the medallions.

Stiles smiles at the three sudden intakes of breath as the other three all react when the runes on the medallions all start glowing. Opening his eyes he looks them over with a satisfied smile. There are twelve medallions for everyone they want to protect. "That should do it. We have ones for Melissa, dad, Lydia, Jackson, Scott, Isaac, Erica, Boyd, Derek, Peter, Deaton, and Chris. Are we missing anyone?" Stiles asks.

"What about you two?" Lydia asks concerned.

Allison explains their kanja tattoos and shows her and Jackson the magical tattoo that each of them got to protect their minds. Lydia asks a few questions about Kelsey and the entire process and looks thoughtful. "When this is done, I think I may want to talk to this woman" she says surprising the others. "I have been used before by Peter and then again when Blake did her thing. I am thinking a more permanent form of protection is a good idea" she says carefully. Stiles nods, he saw that when he saw her sigil so he's not really surprised by her attitude.

"What's next?" Allison asks when they all seem to go quiet.

"Next? We free Scott and Isaac" he tells them and starts planning as they all lean in.

"Mom?" Scott asked as he and Isaac walk into the McCall house and were assaulted by the most amazing smell. "Are you making your enchilada casserole?" he says excitedly as he comes around the corner and sees his mom standing in the kitchen. "What's the occasion?"

"What? I can't make my special casserole just because? You two eat like real wolves so I made a big enough batch that should fill even both of you up" she says with an easy smile. "Go wash up and we will eat" she orders them and they both race for the bathroom.

Coming back they see Melissa putting the casserole on the table already packed with salad and tortillas. "Sit down boys" she says smiling as they breathe in the heavenly aromas of cilantro and garlic.

"It smells great mom" Scott says just as their front door opens. Turning around he sees Stiles walking in with a happy wave.

"Is that the famous McCall casserole?" Stiles says coming up to the table behind Isaac. "Smells great Mrs. McCall!" he gushes as starts to walk around the table stopping behind Scott to slap him on the back "feeding these two can't be easy."

"Would you like to join us?" Melissa says easily as Stiles continues to walk around the table.

"Sure, that would be great. Can I help get anything?" he asks as Scott is dishing out casserole to the plates. Stiles sees Scott suddenly sniff and look confused and he speeds up.

"What…is that…" Scott looks up sharply at Stiles "mountain ash!" he yells but Stiles has finished his loop around the table and gestures just as Isaac and Scott both jump up from their seats as he steps back.

Both werewolves hit the mountain ash circle that Stiles had been laying around them as he walked and they both turn to growl at him. "Stiles! What the hell?" Scott demands while Isaac's growls increase. "Mom!" he calls and looks over and sees Melissa watching the three of them carefully.

"It almost worked" Melissa says looking at Stiles. Scott looks stunned at his mom's comment.

Stiles nods. "I had hoped that the garlic and cilantro would be pungent enough to mask the smell of the ash, but I was afraid that it would not last long enough, but I guess it did the job" Stiles compliments her.

"Mom?" Scott's voice sounds thoroughly confused.

"I know you don't want to hear this Scottie but you are under Blake's spell" Stiles starts and both of the teens growl and start sneering.

"Oh my god! Stiles you idiot! You are so miserable that you are willing to do anything so you don't feel so useless. No wonder your dad is so sick of you. Ms. Blake is human, I can smell it" Scott roars.

"You are more trouble than you are worth" Isaac snarls. "All you are good for is being a victim or a distraction. Why can't you just go away like the worthless piece of shit that you are?"

"I know you told me Stiles, but you really weren't kidding" Melissa says sounding and looking scared as she looks at her son and the other teen. "Where's…" she starts to ask just as the door opens and Allison walks in the house.

"Allison! You need break the circle. Stiles has gone crazy" Scott demands and his face suddenly shifts to surprise as Allison walks up to Melissa and pours a handful of powder in her hand.

Allison walks around the circle to Isaac and the curly-haired beta is watching her with a suspicious expression. Smiling easily at the beta, he smiles back just as she blows the powder into his face causing him to start coughing.

"Isaac!" Scott yells but then Melissa throws her powder into Scott's face and he starts coughing alongside Isaac. They both try to wipe it out of their watering eyes but they are left coughing and wheezing for several moments. Scott looks around the table but realizes that there is no water on there yet. "Mom. Allison." Scott whimpers.

Stiles opens his mouth to speak when the front door slams open and Stiles, Allison, and Melissa all spin around as Gerard Argent walks into the house. Dressed all in black, the hunter sneers at all of them as he holds his shotgun in front of him before his expression shifts to an evil grin as he pumps the shotgun and pulls the trigger. Allison screams as she flies backward into a wall and slides down to land in an unmoving pile.

"ALLISON!" Scott screams just as Gerard shifts the gun and pumps again before firing at Stiles, sending him into the wall to slide down and land unmoving next to Allison. "STILES!" Scott wails, tearing streaming down his cheeks and Scott looks up just as he hears the gun pumping for the third time. "MOM! NO!!!" he screams desperately.

"I told you McCall. I promised I would destroy everything you loved if you disobeyed me. Time to pay for your disobedience. It looks like you couldn't protect them after all" Gerard says with the most twisted smile on his face as he pulls the trigger sending Melissa flying into the couch in a heap.

Scott is on his knees wailing as he looks up at the grey haired man who is sneering at the teen. "I brought a friend who is very happy to see your little friend" he says with a smirk just as Coach Lahey walks in the still open door.

"Dad" Isaac whispers in shock as he steps back from the man walking into the house until he hits the barrier. "No. No! You're dead!" he whimpers.

"You were always such a disappointment" Lahey says looking at Isaac disappointedly. "I mean I knew you were worthless, but now? Now you're nothing more than an animal that needs to be put down."

Isaac is shaking his head at the words coming from his father. "No. You can't be here. I saw your body" he says with his eyes closed.

Lahey picks up a glass from the coffee table and throws it at the wall behind Isaac causing the teen to flinch. "Why couldn't it have been you instead of my only worthwhile son? He dies and I am stuck with you" he snarls and Isaac roars in pain and anger as he crumbles to the floor.

That was what he was waiting for. As the sound of glass breaking rings out for the second time Stiles rolls over and sits up. "It worked" he says loudly causing everyone to look at him.

"Stiles!" Scott yells in surprise as he watches his best friend stand up. "How? What?" he stammers as he hears a shuffle and glances over as he watches his mom and Allison both sit up.

"That actually hurt Stiles" Melissa grumbles as Coach Lahey helps her up "are you sure it worked?" she asks.

Allison stands up and straightens her shirt. "It should have, that was pretty much Scott's worst nightmare" she tells the older woman.

"Mine too" Melissa mutters as she steps closer to the ash line.

"I don't understand. What is happening?" Scott demands in a fragile voice looking at everyone and not understanding anything.

"Don't be such a dumbass" Gerard says as he rolls his eyes looking completely put upon. "Use your nose McCall. Did you smell any blood? Any gunpowder?" he sneers.

Scott suddenly realizes that he hadn't. There was no blood from any of them. If they had been shot, the copper-metal tang of the blood should have flooded his senses. He didn't smell any gun residue either. "Please" Isaac whispers staring at his dad who now is looking a lot less threatening as the man stares as his fingernails.

"Oh sorry!" Mr. Lahey says as he pulls a piece of wood with strange runes carved on it out of his pocket. He breaks the wood in half and it gives off a brief spark and Mr. Lahey is suddenly gone and Lydia is standing there holding the two pieces of the stick. "Better?" she asks Isaac who looks dumbfounded.

"I don't ever want to see this bastard again" Gerard growls as he pulls out a similar piece of wood and snaps in half. Jackson tosses the two pieces on the table "So is the spell broken?" he asks looking at Stiles.

"I'm sure it is, but we can test it to make sure" Stiles says easily as he looks at his best friend. "Scott. Ms. Blake is the Darach and she had you under her spell" he tells the teen.

Unlike the last times Stiles told him that, Scott doesn't go into immediate denial but just stares at his friend in confusion. "I so don't understand" Scott says slowly. Isaac is still looking slightly terrified and Stiles is pretty sure that the only reason he is still here is the ash circle.

Stiles looks around at the others and sighs, this doesn't ever seem to get any easier, no matter how many times he does it. "Scott, I know this is a lot and we will explain, but I need you two to calm down and breath, okay?"

"Please" Isaac whimpers as he presses on the ash and Stiles nods as Melissa breaks the circle and steps over to comfort the tall teen.

"How about we all sit down and we can explain over dinner?" Stiles offers tentatively and with a glance sent to the others, they all close in to reassure the two betas that they are who they appear to be. "The Short version? Ms. Blake took over your minds to prevent you from considering her as a threat. All the supernatural folk, including Deaton, were targeted and she spelled you so she could use you" Stiles told him. Melissa moves over and grabs Scott, pulling him into a tight hug which the teen melts into. The memory of Gerard killing his mom almost overwhelms him.

"I'm so sorry honey. Stiles said it was the only way to free you" his mother says as she looks at his hurt eyes. Allison is next for the hug and Scott is just happy that she is alive.

"Start talking" he finally manages after a few minutes when he turns to Stiles. The next few minutes see Stiles explaining that he figured out the Darach, realized everyone was bewitched and then got help from some of his magical friends. He then explained how him and Allison freed Lydia and Jackson and they planned with Melissa to free Scott and Isaac. Leaving Derek, Erica, Boyd, Deaton, and Peter still under her control.

"Those sticks?" Isaac asked looking nervously at Lydia. He wasn't quite over the shock of seeing his father again.

"They had runes for illusions carved on them. The illusion was multisensory so they not only looked like those two, but they sounded and smelled like them as well. It only lasts for about an hour once activated but we figured that we wouldn't need that long" Stiles explained.

Scott and Isaac finally calmed down enough to eat and luckily Melissa had actually made enough for everyone to eat. They finished up and Scott looks at Stiles with his trademark sad eyes and grabs him in tight hug as he starts apologizing for all the things he said. "Scottie, that was her spell" Stiles reassures him. "It was a form of possession. She twisted your mind until protecting her was the most important thing to you but it didn't change anything else. Since I was a threat, you used everything you had to deal with that threat. Sure it hurt, but to be fair, I was the one who decided what we would need to do to help you break free. So I guess we are kind of even."

They talk a bit more as Allison, Lydia, and Jackson all add their parts. After a few minutes Isaac looks uncertain "What about the rest of the pack?" he asks uncertainly.

"Erica and Boyd are next but I will need to make more powder once we have a plan for getting them. I know what to do with Erica, but I need tonight to get ready for Boyd" he tells them and just signals 'later' when Scott looks at him confused. "Then probably Peter and once everyone is free, then we can attempt to free Derek. Based on what I saw, I think she has hit him the hardest with her magic" Stiles explains.

"I am so confused" Isaac says dejectedly.

"Stand in line" Jackson mutters only to be jabbed by Lydia.

"We have a plan Isaac, we can free Erica and Boyd tomorrow at school. Jackson said you had training tomorrow after school. If we free them, then if everyone shows up for training, we can gang up on Derek and Peter and free them too" Lydia goes on to lay out her plans. After she finishes she turns towards Stiles "can you be ready?" she asks.

Stiles frowns. "I can have the powder ready for Erica and Boyd in the morning, but to get more for Peter and Derek? Also, I will need some time to prepare for both of them to find the key to their freedom" Stiles mumbles. Finally he looks up. "Yes. I can be ready but I will need to stay home tomorrow to prepare" he tells them.

"Might be good if you are in your house all day you know, since the twins took you and all" Lydia says with a raised eyebrow and Stiles smiles at that. "Okay, Jackson and I will take Allison and Stiles home. Scott, you and Isaac stay here and then come by tomorrow to pick up the powder. Oh, speaking of, they need their charms" she says looking at Stiles who suddenly flushes and pulls out the two medallions he made for them. "Keep these on" Lydia instructs. "They will prevent Blake from recasting the spell on you. Stiles, we will call you when we leave school and you can meet us at the Derek's loft where they are supposed to train tomorrow. Any questions?" she demands and everyone just smiles and nods.

"I could use someone to help me at the Sheriff's station" Allison asks causing everyone to look at her in confusion. "The Sheriff and Tara want me to explain about fighting werewolves to a small group of officers tonight and go over some of the weapons we use" she tells them.

Scott sputters as Isaac and Jackson both look stunned. "Your dad knows?" Scott finally manages to ask Stiles who looks embarrassed.

"Yeah…a lot has been happening over the last few days. Once the whole pack is free, we can discuss everything. But it would probably help Allie if one of you guys go so that he can actually prove to them she isn't crazy" Stiles suggests gently.

Surprisingly it is Isaac who offers to go with the huntress. Both Scott and Jackson had blanched at the idea of it but strangely enough, the beta seemed almost relieved to have the opportunity. Melissa and Scott both attempt to get him to reconsider so he can recover, but he is determined, almost as if he needs to prove something to himself. "Okay. I will go home and prepare while Isaac and Allison go to the station" Stiles said as he stood up. The group broke up and Stiles got in his jeep as he watched Jackson and Lydia leave in Jackson's Porsche as Allison drove off with Isaac. He hadn't missed the look in Melissa's eyes when they were talking and he was pretty sure that she was going to be having a long talk with her son about what happened tonight.

Allison walks into the police station, Isaac behind her, and hoists the duffel bag on her shoulder as she smiles at the deputy at the desk. "I'm here to see the Sheriff. Allison Argent" she tells the man who nods and smiles.

"Sheriff told me you were coming, he's in his office" the deputy says leading the two teens back into the main part of the office and knocks on the Sheriff's door. "Sheriff, Ms. Argent is here" he says and the Sheriff looks up.

"Thanks Andy. Allison, Isaac, come on in" he gestures and they walk in as Deputy Murray closes the door behind them. "Stiles called and said you two would be doing the initial briefing?" he asks the brunette before glancing over at the beta.

"Yes sir. Stiles and I talked and we thought it would be a good idea for us to ease them into things. I am going to tell them about werewolves and hunters as well as some of the other things we have dealt with. Stiles wants to hold off on the whole 'magic is real' part of things" she says with a shrug. "I brought some weapons and tools that we use and Isaac has volunteered to be our proof."

The Sheriff looks over at the teen with a concerned expression. "Son are you sure about this? You won't be able to take it back."

"Not excited Sheriff, but it's necessary. If the pack is going to be working with your deputies, they need to know they can trust us" Isaac says carefully. "Besides, first real fight and they will all figure it out anyways" he says with a sigh.

"You need to be prepared as you might get asked about your father's death" the Sheriff says gently and Isaac just nods. He had thought that might happen, he still got looked at by some folks so he guesses this really won't change anything.

"Okay. Tara and I have talked and we have identified four deputies in addition to the two of us who will be brought in on all of this right now. They are all in the conference room, so if you are ready?" Noah asks and the two teens get up and follow him back to the conference room where five deputies are waiting.

"Listen up" the Sheriff calls them to attention and they take their seats around the table. "I'm going to make this quick so we can get to the important parts. There are things going on in Beacon Hills that are" he pauses and looks at the two teens for a second "unique. Normally, we would not tell you about this as it is dangerous to know. But with the way things stand, it has become necessary. Martin, Rodgriguez, and Graeme all have various degrees of this information already. Parrish, Stevens, here's your chance. If you don't want to know what's really going on, now's the time to leave" he tells the two men but after a second they both indicate they are staying. "Okay, from this point on, what is said here is confidential. You do not write anything down, you don't tell anyone else what you hear in here. Allison, the floor is yours."

Allison stands up as the Sheriff takes his seat and she looks around the table at the detectives, noticing the two former hunters who are looking a bit nervous. "As the Sheriff said, my name is Allison Argent and I am here to tell you about my family. Over two hundred years ago, one of my ancestors fought a monster called the Beast of Gevaudin that had killed men, women, and children in France. She hunted it down only to discover that it was in fact her brother who had become the Beast. How it happened isn't important, but the fact was that he became a werewolf."

The deputies in the room all react to that. Tara and the Sheriff both nod, Rodriguez and Martin both look at their fellow deputies to gauge their reactions, while Parish and Stevens both actually laugh. "You're kidding right?" Stevens says looking around the table but his smile slips as he sees the serious looks on everyone else's face. "Are you trying to convince us that werewolves are real?"

Allison looks at the two former hunters who both frown but finally relent. "They are real" Rodriguez replies surprising Stevens and Parrish. "Martin and I both come from families like the Argents, who hunt those wolves who have broken the code."

"What code?" Parrish asks looking around.

Allison explains the code of the hunters and how the families are responsible for dealing with those supernatural threats to regular people. When werewolves go feral or power crazy, the hunters remove the threat. "How do they remove the threat?" Parrish asks narrowing his eyes as if he is not going to like the answer.

"Usually we kill them" Allison answers the deputy honestly. "Once they cross that line, there is usually no way back. If they behave and don't cause problems, then we don't have a problem. In fact, healthy packs will often protect a territory from other threats so that normal people never even know that there is an issue.

"Packs? Other threats?" Stevens asks looking at the brunette suspiciously.

"Werewolves are like wolves. They are predators, close to their animal side, but they aren't necessarily killers. They protect a territory, have a structure for their pack, and are fiercely loyal to their pack mates. And yes, there are other things out there besides werewolves" Allison answers "and some are much worse."

Stevens stands up and looks at the Sheriff angrily. "Sheriff, I don't know what you are trying to do, but this is crazy. We have a serial killer operating in town as well as all of those animal attacks to deal with" he says looking annoyed.

"Actually the serial killer is a Darach, an evil former Druid and the animal attacks last year were caused by an insane werewolf and a Kanima" Isaac replies easily. Stevens' eyes seem to bug out a bit and then he starts to get a twitch looking at the teenager who is sitting there spouting nonsense.

"I suppose you have proof of all of this? Something to show us" Parrish asks looking thoughtful.

Isaac glances at Allison who nods before glancing at the Sheriff. "Stevens, Parrish, I expect you both to remain calm" Noah says causing the men to look confused. Isaac hold his hand up for Parrish to see and then he slowly extends his claws. They grow out and he watches as the two deputies' eyes widen as they grow.

"Want to see my fangs?" Isaac asks easily. The deputies all look at the teen and he flashes his eyes at them causing them to rear back. He can smell the fear now thick in the air of the room.

"Isaac is a beta werewolf" Allison begins. "You can tell by his eyes. A Beta's eyes will be either gold or blue. An Alpha's eyes are red. The Alpha is the leader of the pack and they are significantly more powerful than a beta. Omegas are lone wolves, not part of a pack, and weaker than a beta with a healthy pack. Without the stability that the pack provides, Omegas are at high risk of going feral. As you can see, Isaac has claws and fangs, as well as heightened strength, speed, senses, and healing."

"You're a werewolf?" Parrish asks leaning forward with a fascinated expression. In reply Isaac does his full beta shift and the others jump back at seeing the ridges, fangs, and hair. "Okay, I believe" Parrish mutters.

"This is a beta form. All werewolves can assume this form and it magnifies their abilities. Alphas can also take on an Alpha form which is more like the 'wolf-man' in movies. Very, very strong. Dangerous too. There are a very few wolves who can shift fully into a wolf. It is a very rare ability among them and considered exceptional" Allison instructs.

"If you're a beta, who's your Alpha?" Parrish asks and Isaac shifts back to human.

"The identities of the rest of the pack are not going to be shared at this moment. We want to give the option to decide if they want to…well I hate to use the phrase 'come out' but essentially that" Noah tells the group.

"Wasn't your father killed by an animal?" Rodriguez asked the teen looking concerned.

"Actually he was killed by a Kanima" Allison answers. "A shifter that went wrong and didn't turn right. It is a lizard creature with a paralyzing poison it uses to immobilize its victims."

"Wait!" Stevens interrupts. "Is that what attacked the station last spring? Is it still alive?" he demands.

"Yes and Yes. A Kanima has no free will but instead is bound to a master, it is basically a slave with intelligence but no free will. In this case Matt Daehler was the Kanima's master and he ordered all the killings it caused" Allison finished. Noah steps in to give a brief explanation of Matt's reason for killing the former swim team, including Lahey. "We were able to free the person who was being controlled so the Kanima is no more" Allison finishes.

"So how are we supposed to deal with all of this?" Stevens asks the Sheriff looking bewildered.

Allison smiles and pulls out a large knife out of her bag. "Fighting werewolves or any supernatural being sometimes requires specialized weapons. But many of them are still able to be wounded or slowed down by conventional weapons. Hurt them enough, and you slow them down. Cut off their head and they won't heal from that but regular bullets or wounds heal quickly. A bullet to the chest will heal in mere minutes."

"Do they have to be made with silver?" Parrish asks and Martin and Rodriguez both chuckle. "What? Silver bullets are supposed to kill werewolves" he says.

Allison smiles. "That's actually just a mistake in translation. While it is true that silver kills werewolves" she says with a smirk "that's because Argent is French for Silver" she says and sees both of the two detectives' surprise as they work out what she means.

"Now, these bullets are made with wolfsbane which is poisonous to werewolves. Shoot a werewolf and he is poisoned and will die if he doesn't get treatment. The closer to the heart, the faster it works." She pulls out one of her guns and sets it down. "With other supernaturals you would use something different. Blessed iron, silver, salt, etc. But for now we will focus on werewolves and how to fight them" she starts the bulk of her lecture asking for input from Isaac, Martin, and Rodriguez as well.

By the time they finish, nearly two hours have passed with lots and lots of questions from the group. Even the Sheriff and Tara had questions and surprisingly so did the ex-hunters. It seems that the two deputies were not quite as actively involved as she first thought. They were in the know, but mainly served as information resources to other hunters. Parrish surprised her the most simply by the way he just seemed to accept everything while Stevens was still worked up and even called the deputy on his lack of a reaction.

"I saw some things during my tour that make a whole lot more sense now" Jordan finally told the group. "I thought I was going crazy, but now? Now I think I was catching glimpses of all of this."

"Allison, Isaac, thank you both for coming in. We appreciate it and the ammunition" he said a clear dismissal of the teens. They got up and after shaking hands, which surprised Isaac that he was included without any real nervousness from the deputies, and left.

Noah turned back to his team and signaled them to sit down. "Okay first? Get it out of your system. Everything you wanted to say but didn't want to with the two of them here. And then, then we start figuring out how we are going to keep this town as safe as we can." Noah sat back and waited but he didn't have to wait long before they all started talking. It was going to be a long night!

Stiles hung up his phone as he got out of his jeep. He had made it home and called his dad to alert him to Allison and Isaac's arrival for the meeting his dad set up. Stiles had originally planned to be the one to do it, but Allison had made a good point about her being the focus of things instead of Stiles. If people don't know what he can really do, then he becomes a secret resource. Stepping into the house he heads to his room so he can work on the next sigil. He has to do Boyd, Peter, and Derek before the end of school tomorrow and that is going to be pushing his limits.

Calming down he centers himself and starts thinking about Boyd. He visualizes the beta sitting in the cafeteria, the first real memory that Stiles has of the guy that stands out. Sitting by himself, he often wondered about the guy, but back then he and Scott were not exactly popular in the school and the big guy didn't give off the 'come talk to me' vibe. No, he seemed angry but Stiles had learned that it wasn't anger, it was loneliness.

Stiles remembered getting the keys to ice rink for their trip there and how the guy had looked when he saw them and now he realizes it was sadness and want. Accepting Boyd's sense of isolation allowed the sigil to start to form in Stiles mind. He thinks about the first time he saw the beta after Derek had given him the bite and how he suddenly seemed…connected. He was always with Erica and Isaac and his isolation had ended as he found people to accept him. Stiles watched and saw the issues with Boyd's family and the loss of his sister and how difficult it had been with his mother and grandmother, silently blaming him for her disappearance despite how young he was at the time. Stiles feels strange as he senses a connection and realizes that the girl is still alive somewhere and appears to be okay, not in distress.

Stiles then smiles as he sees the beta's attraction to and interest in Erica. So it wasn't one sided! He sees them fleeing together and being caught by Gerard and how anger had warred with resignation for the beta. If it hadn't been for Erica, Stiles was fairly certain that Boyd might have given up. Seeing Stiles fight back with his sarcasm, the only weapon he had, had really unsettled the werewolf. Boyd had gained power and pack when he got the bite and he broke. Stiles had none of that but still struggled. He had been determined to fight and then Allison had freed them. Erica hadn't been sure, but Boyd had pushed and they returned to Derek and the pack because Boyd decided that he would rather fight to make Derek a better Alpha than face all the danger on their own.

Stiles understood that for Boyd, the pack was supposed to protect, support, and accept each other no matter what and he was determined to fight for that. The sigil finished and Stiles was rather pleased with the final product, it really reminded him of the strong, silent beta. Inscribing the sigil on the house stone, Stiles finally pulled himself out of his trance and got up and decided he needed something physical. Heading to the backyard, Stiles stripped to his sweatpants and began his exercises and positions, moving from one to another with barely a pause. About an hour later, dripping with sweat he headed upstairs to shower and see if there was anything he could do to prepare for tomorrow.