Save Them All: Stiles Stilinski's Rebirth

The rest of the day passes by without incident thankfully. But Matt has opened my eye's a little. I'm so focused on what went wrong, I haven't focused on what we did right.

Boyd is off by himself and when I pass him in the hall I can feel his loneliness. Erika is an epileptic mess, who walks with her arms wrapped around her like she's trying to hold herself together. There is no hint of the confident albeit s.l.u.tty cat woman in her at all. I can even here some point and snicker as she passes, she smells of misery and pain. And then there's Isaac, a boy who's as invisible as the other yet moves so carefully as if any sudden movement will cause him agony, which they probably will because of the fresh wounds he has. His eyes are empty, I can see the hopelessness therein.

Looking at them, it is quite clear why Derek was able to zero in on them so quickly. I have to do something. This time around I need to ensure that they get

In order to get things done I need to speed up the progress of things. Get Laura's body. Cut off Peter by getting Kate's accomplices to turn themselves in. Have Kate prosecuted and carted off of to jail. Expose the hunters murderous tendencies and get the Council to give me a seat where I can have influence and information that I need.

Hurrying home, I ensure the neighbours and everyone are aware that I arrived. Good old Roscoe flairs up loudly as I curse at it causing a scene.

A quick bite to eat later, I wait for night to fall before I turn the dial on my watch and suit up.

Arriving at the burned Hale house seconds later, I can't help but feel eerie. How Derek managed to stay in this place for months is a mystery to me. For a guy whose family is worth 100's of million of dollars. He really could have chosen a better place to live.

Sitting outside is the Camero which he never let me drive, so I know he's home. And the closer I get to the building the more my suspicions are confirmed as his heartbeat gets louder and louder. It's slow and steady. He must be asleep.

Casting a encasing spell over the building. I make sure he can't hear anything going on outside. Following my the scent of wolfsbane, I make my way to a plot of freshly turned earth. Unearthing Laura's body , I make sure that it looks just as Derek left it.

Lifting her body up, I lope off into the woods. Knowing the exact location I need to leave her, it won't take long to get there. Beside a well-used jogging path, she will be found fairly quickly. I have to use magic to partially bury her again only this time leaving her right hand and arm uncovered as if a scavenger had dug her up. I then spend a bit of time trying to find the perfect spot in the mud to put a copy image of Kate's medallion. This will link her to Laura's murder, a murder the cops will now assume was made to look like an animal attack.

With my job done, I scamper home. As I open the door I hear a heartbeat in the house. Dad said he was working all night, so it clearly doesn't belong to him.

Activating my superspeed, I jump through the window and grab onto the being pinning him to the wall.

That's when I realise who it is.

'Peter?' What's he doing here? How did he find me?

He's in Alpha form, as his eyes gleam red and he huffs at me growling. Angered at my display of aggression.

Freezing I blink at him, this was totally not what happened last time. Scott never said anything about Peter coming to his house, well not until we found out Peter was the Alpha and then it was only so Peter could pick Scott's mom up on a date.

Stepping back, I let him go while simultaneously raising my hands up as a sign of peace. I can easily take care of him, but I'm really not in the mood to fix everything that might break as a result of a scuffle. Technically, my act right no could be seen as being dominant, something his Alpha self would despise.

Slowly he approaches like a king to his subject as I stand waiting for his action. Stepping close he releases a violent roar into my face. He probably thinks it's really intimidating but seriously it's cute in comparison to all I've ever seen. I could do without the drool though.

Nodding his, wolf head he seems proud of himself as I mimic 'a frightened expression' that screams 'Oh what a scary big bad wolf you are.'

Thinking over the events and how they happened the first time. Peter first spent most of his trying to get Scott to join him, to be part of his Pack. I on the other hand have not fought him at all but in fact embraced him. Next up on his agenda should be bonding through acts of homicidal violence which will coincide with his revenge rampage.

Glancing at him I wonder if I shouldn't just set him on fire and kill him. I mean I tried to do it before. But considering the fact that as a ally he's a necessary evil. Sometimes I need to be ruthless and he was the most co-operative in that sense. If I need someone to protect those I care about, I'm much rather trust him than Scott.

Peter soon cams down and seems content. He seems like he wants to lead me somewhere so I follow.

I wonder what made him come looking for me now. Soon we find ourselves in the woods where he stops at a tree. Drawing my attention to one of the branches. A jacket? And a whistling sound?

Something's up. As far as I know only werewolf are attracted by whistling. And the only people who know this, should be hunters.

But why the need for a jacket though? Unless, its also meant to attract the creature they are targeting.

Didn't dad say something about Lydia's Jacket a couple nights ago, it can't be hers again right? The closer I get the more worried I get, because I recognise that smell. The sun drenched honey scent. Chanel no.5 it's definitely Lydia's.

Why Lydia though? Do they know about me? That's impossible. I haven't done anything to expose myself, have I?

Grabbing onto it, I slowly untie it. Reaching into the pocket, I feel something that is in a rectangular shape. Pulling it out, it's a recorder. So this is where the sound has been coming from. Crushing it under my grasp.

Peter then scuffs, drawing my attention to the branch. It's covered in a sticky substance. And I raise my hands to touch, before putting it to my lips and tasting it. It tastes like….. metal…. ….Blood!? Whose? Lydia's?

Lydia! I have no clue what is going on right now. But If anything happened to Lydia. Then screw the plan. I'm going to kill everyone. I didn't reincarnate just to lose her like an idiot.

Immediately activating the Locating spell. I have to know where she is.

My chant is abruptly cut off however as wolfsbane laced arrow tip flies towards me heading straight for my temple.

Swinging my head out of the way it lodges itself into the tree behind me.

I hear one of the group who presumably took the shot, press his tongue against the front of the roof of their mouth releasing the sound made in frustration.

Looking at the Group of 6. I hear what I presume is the leader turn to others commanding, "We'll take the Alpha, you two take the Beta"

Peter growls as he turns feral facing them smelling the hate radiating off their bodies. And before I know it his off into the distance ripping heads from bodies.

I follow suit and intercept the leader, knocking him out cold with a single strike while the other 5 are brutally and I mean brutally killed. Peter has some serious anger issues.

Facing me, he growls. Seems like he wants to know why this one is still alive.

"Don't worry, he's going not going to live for long. I just need answers" I communicate. Thankfully, it seems it translates well as he nods his wolf head before running into the distance to end a few more lives. If it were any other time, I'd probably have stopped him but I need answers.

Recasting the Location and window spell, which is able to show me a glimpse into where Lydia is. Thankfully everything is fine as Lydia is laying on her bed able to track Lydia to her room. She's sprawled out on her queen size bed, her negligee revealing a bit of skin as she reads a book comfortable as can be.

She is completely oblivious about the mental strain I was just put through. I find myself watching her for a little bit, I find every small movement she makes really cute. The way she's too lazy to get out of bed but just stretches to reach the tea on her night stand, the way she shimmies as she tries to find a more comfortable position or the way her nose crinkles as she reads a part she enjoys.

The man on the ground finally issues a groan as he begins to wake up. Just in time before my peeping turned into full blown creep mode. I mean at this point I'm no longer just checking up on her, I'm full on peeping right?