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"Damn it!" Erica roared and ripped the throat of another Hunter. She crouched over his dead body and hissed before she threw her head back and howled. She received several answering howls in return and broke into a run towards the one she recognized as her Alpha's.
She found Derek a little bit away biting the head off of another Hunter. He roared and a few of those idiots ran off in the other direction. Derek shifted quickly when Erica stopped beside him.
"Are you alright?" he asked and Erica nodded, wiping the blood off of her face with her sleeve.
"I'm fine." They turned around when the rest of the Pack ran over to them. Derek frowned as he counted the heads.
Erica, Isaac, Boyd, Scott, Peter, Jackson, Lydia, Allison, John and Mellissa.
"We need to talk to Deaton." Mellissa said as she walked over to Isaac to tend to a huge cut he had on his side. "This is getting out of control." She muttered and Derek grunted.
It's already been 5 years since they took care of the Kanima.
Gerard ran away and managed to inform every single Hunter in the States of the Hale Pack. Erica and Boyd came back. They became a solid Pack, especially when Scott and Allison came to the old Hale house two days later and joined in.
The only thing that was off at that moment was the fact that Stiles was nowhere to be found. He didn't show up at school and he didn't answer his phone. It seemed he vanished into thin air. After a week of waiting for a sign from Stiles, Derek told Scott to go to his house.
When Scott came back that was when everything went to Hell.
Stiles was gone. His laptop was gone. His clothes were gone. The only thing left behind were his phone and the letter he left to John in which he explained everything and promised that he would one day come back.
That day had yet to come.
Derek was furious.
Scott was heartbroken.
The Pack was torn.
Everything went to Hell at that point.
Sheriff Stilinski confronted Derek a few days after Scott came over. He asked for the Bite.
Derek couldn't tell him no.
Werewolves and Hunters were constantly attacking Beacon Hills. Mellissa came asking for the Bite next, after she was attacked while Scott wasn't home. She wanted to be able to protect herself.
Lydia was a surprise for the whole Pack. After she and Jackson were kidnapped and he was unconscious she actually shifted. It seems she was much like Jackson and the iron-hard control she had over herself was stopping her from becoming a werewolf.
They trained and they fought.
One year passed.
There was still no sign of Stiles.
They rebuilt the Hale house and made it a safe place of sorts. Lydia and Allison did their best to use what Deaton taught them to make it as safe as possible with Earth Magic.
Again they trained and fought. They became a close knit group. Nothing could get between them.
Two years have passed.
Stiles was still gone.
They almost lost Allison. Her father was killed by a few rogue Hunters. Insane with grief, Allison went after them. Had Derek been a second late they would have lost her. She cut all ties with being a Hunter. She changed her last name and became a firm member of the Pack.
Three years have passed.
Stiles was still gone.
Derek, Peter and John managed to integrate themselves into the town politics with John being the Sheriff, Derek his deputy and Peter a member of the Town Council. It was easier to keep track of everything.
That year they almost lost Isaac.
He was taken by a Pack and tortured to the brink of death. They wanted information on the Hale Pack because they wanted to take their territory. Isaac told them nothing. He held on long enough for Derek, Jackson and Erica to track him down. They killed the Pack. It took Isaac a week to heal.
Four years have passed.
There were rumors; rumors of a Medjai prowling the Underground of the World. Deaton came to a Pack meeting to tell them everything he knew about this new possible threat. He said that little was known about the Medjai. He knew it was a man and that he was powerful. He didn't know when he appeared or why. All he could tell them was that if he ever came to Beacon Hills they would have to be very careful.
The Medjai were powerful. They had to be to be able to control the Spark they were born with. Everyone could see Deaton was worried about the rumors. The Medjai were warriors; destroyers and protectors. This new Medjai could mean either something good or something really, really bad.
Five years have passed.
The rumors of the Medjai were no longer just rumors. They now knew he was real. Deaton talked with a few of his acquaintances. They sent him a blurry photo. They could barely recognize anything beside the fact that the man in the picture wore a red leather jacket with a hood pulled low over his face.
Soon enough they had no more time to think about the Medjai. Hunters were practically raining on them from all sides. It came to the point where John had to put up an order that no one was allowed to be on the streets after nightfall.
The way things were going they were risking exposure, and they couldn't allow that.
What bothered them was the fact that the Hunters didn't come looking for them. Sure, once they met up the Hunters would do their damn best to kill them, but the Pack was too strong and too well trained (courtesy of John) for the Hunters to bring any real harm to them.
"Derek?" said man looked at Allison.
"Let's go back to the house. We need rest." He said and shifted again. "Isaac?" he rumbled and the Beta smiled at him slightly.
"I can walk on my own. I'm fine." He insisted and Derek growled lowly making Isaac grin. "Worrywart." He muttered and Derek huffed. They moved towards the house as the Sickle Moon shone down on them.
Five years have passed.
They still missed Stiles.
They missed him like they would miss the air they breathe.
They only hoped he was fine.
They only hoped.