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looked behind her and to Lydia - whom was still unconscious - and shook her head, tears falling from her eyes. She glared at her uncle in disgust. "No."

Peter narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to say something but Eleanor cut him off, hysterical. "Absolutely not! I'm not just letting you leave her here!"

"You don't have a choice, Eleanor. You and Stiles are coming with me."

"Just kill me, I don't care anymore." She wallowed, trying to wipe the continuous flow of tears as Stiles widened his eyes at her words.

"Nora, that's not happening. Ever." He concluded instantly, wiping a tear that had traveled to her neck, softly rubbing the side of her head with his thumb as his hand rested in her hair.

Peter growled and stared down at the strawberry blonde. "Call your brother. Tell Jaden where she is. That's all you get."

And with that, Eleanor pulled her phone from her pocket and was frantically dialling her twins number. Her hands tempted to shake, but the young Hale had decided that she was through with acting weak and defenceless. She was just proving Peter correct, and that certainly was not what she was trying to do.

After the small, short and horrific phone call was made, Eleanor and Stiles were forced to tag along with Peter for a short ride to an unknown location. The uncle had even gone to the extent of forcing Stiles' jeep keys from the pale boys' very hands, driving Roscoe as if it were a formula one car. The teenagers had both decided to sit in the back seats, away from Eleanor's psychotic uncle whom took pleasure in their fear.

"Don't feel bad." Peter commented, eyeing the two in the windscreen mirror. "If she lives, she'll become a werewolf. She'll be incredibly powerful."

Stiles scoffed and shook his head, reminding Peter. "Yeah, and once a month, she'll go out of her freaking mind and try to tear us apart."

"Well," The uncle contemplated, eyeing his niece. "Actually, considering she's a woman. Twice a month."

Eleanor shook her head and stared grimly at the vile man, scoffing at his comment and crossing her arms over her chest, leaning closer to Stiles. The rest of the seemingly short ride was spent quiet, except for the low whistles casually slipping from Peters mouth, which consequently made Eleanor's hair stand on end and Stiles' grip around her waist tighten. They didn't want to loose one another, not now - not ever.

They rolled into an underground parking lot merely five minutes after the last conversation was held, and all three clambered out of the vehicle. They abandoned the jeep in one parking space and Peter dragged the couple to another, containing a sleek black car that did not look familiar.

Stiles frowned, pointing towards the vehicle as he questioned. "Who's car is this?"

"It belonged to my nurse."

"Oh, what happened to your nurse- Oh my god."

The smell hit Eleanor before she could even see the sight of the decaying woman's body, and she winced and turned away, holding on to Stiles' shoulder as her eyes watered at the stench.

Peter just grinned. "I got better."

He pulled out a MiFi router and a MacBook from the bonnet and shut the lid, blocking out most of the god awful smell that had infiltrated Eleanor and Stiles' senses. He set them up on the top of his car and pushed the pair forward, gesturing to the technology.

"Oh, you're a Mac guy. Does that go for all werewolves or is it just a personal preference?"

The joke did not seem to humour Peter, who grabbed his niece by the shoulder and dug his claws into her, emitting a sharp gasp of pain before, "I really fucking wish you weren't my uncle."

"Turn it on. Get connected." He demanded, growling at the boy, who followed the instructions.

"Look, you still need Scott's username and password, and I'm sorry but I don't have those."

The comment made Eleanor focus on her heartbeat, already knowing that the comment was a lie and if she was to be asked, then she would have to go along with it too. Stiles however, did not know how to lie, and was useless at the action.

Peter could immediately decipher that it was not the truth. "You know them both, and so does Eleanor."

"No I don't." The hyperactive boy denied.

"Even if I wasn't able to hear your heartbeat, I would still be able to tell that your lying."

Eleanor scoffed at the nerve of her uncle and suddenly pushed herself away from him, standing to glare at the man. "You are getting on my every last nerve. Stiles and I don't know the freaking password."

"Oh but you do." And with one small motion, Stiles wrist was being tugged on and Peter's canines were grazing his skin. "I can be very persuasive, Eleanor. Don't make me persuade you."

Eleanor's stern glare wavered and then she sighed, turning to the laptop that was awaiting a username and password to be entered. She paused, and turned back to look at Peter for a quick second.

"What happens when you find Der?"

"Don't think, Eleanor." Peter remarked. "Just type."

"You're going to kill people, aren't you?" Stiles asked in disgust, his gaze never leaving the girl in front of him as Peter shrugged, examining his nails.

"Only the responsible ones."

"Look," Eleanor started, sighing as her fingers hovered over the keyboard, "If I do this, can you at least keep Scott out of this.

Peter narrowed his eyes and shook his head. "You know why wolves hunt in packs, Eleanor; because their favourite prey are too large to be brought down by one wolf alone. I need Scott, I need Derek and I need you and Jaden. I need all of you."

"They're not going to help."

Peter raised his eyebrows at Stiles and grinned. "Oh, they definitely will. Scott will, because it will save Allison. Sweet Eleanor will because it will save you. And Derek and Jaden will because it will save their sister. And if that isn't enough, you'll both do it because Scott's your best friend. Your best friend whom you know so well, that you even know his username and password."

Eleanor sighed helplessly and starting to press the keys, her eyes watching intently as she tried to focus on the words and not Peter who was leaning over her shoulder. Once she had finished, her uncle scoffed and let go of Stiles' hand.

"His username is 'Allison', and his password is 'Allison'?"

Eleanor looked over her shoulder and spoke dryly. "Still want him in your pack?"

As the screen buffered, Eleanor pulled Stiles closer to her and away from Peter, who tapped his foot on the ground below them impatiently. And then, the computer made a loud noise, and the location of Derek appeared right in front of them.

Eleanor and Stiles' mouths gaped open and Eleanor felt herself become pale. "Wait - what? What the - that's where they're keeping him? In his own house?"

"Not at it. Under it. I know exactly where that is." Eleanor corrected, and then everything seemed to click and her expression darkened as she turned knowingly to Peter. "And I'm not the only one."

Hastily, Peter chucked the laptop and wifi router back into his car and held his hand out to Stiles. "Give me your keys again."

Stiles sighed but nonetheless obliged, but his eyebrows furrowed as he watched the man crush them in his very hands. "So you're not gonna kill me?"

Peter grabbed Eleanor's wrist and pulled her next to him, cocking his head to the side as he smiled at the boy in front of him. He shook his head patronisingly as Eleanor forced her wrist out of his grip, but still she stood beside him.

"Don't you understand yet? I'm not the bad guy here."

Stiles leaned his head forward and fluttered his eyes in complete disbelief. "You turn into a giant monster with red glowing eyes and fangs, and you're not the bad guy here?"

"I like you Stiles." Peter decides, smiling vindictively as Eleanor stepped forward cautiously.

Stiles just took a step back, bumping into the bonnet of another car as the man continued. "Since you've helped me, I'm going to give you something in return. Do you want the bite?"

The young boy stuttered to find his words. "What?"

Eleanor stepped forward, her heart racing as she awaited a proper answer. She shook her head pleadingly at the boy, knowing that he would regret the decision if he were to accept the offer, especially as it were from her uncle. He hesitated.

"Do you want the bite? If it doesn't kill you - and it could - you'll become like us."

Stiles stared ahead, his mind haywire with thousands of feelings. "Like you."

"Yes, a werewolf." The menacing man confirmed, circling Stiles like his prey. "Would you like me to draw you a picture? That first night in the woods, I took Scott because I needed someone fresh in the pack. It could've easily been you. You'd be every bit as powerful as him. No more standing by his and Jaden's side, watching them become stronger, and quicker, and more popular, watching him get the girl."

Peter glanced back at Eleanor, who shot him a voluntary death stare. As far as she was aware, Stiles had her anytime and anywhere, she was completely and totally wrapped around his finger. She wasn't going anywhere.

She growled as her uncle continued. "You'd be equals. Maybe more. Yes or no?"

There was a moment of silence, and for a second, Eleanor was sure that she wouldn't like answer that he would give Peter. Instead, Stiles ripped his wrist from the man's claws and scowled at him, shaking his head.

"I don't want to be like you."

Peter just grinned, as if he had achieved something. "You know what I just heard? Your heart beating slightly faster over the words 'I don't want'. You may believe that you're telling me the truth, but you're lying to yourself."

Stiles' expression faltered, but he continued to scowl. Eleanor scoffed and pulled Peter away from Stiles, taking his place almost immediately as her hand rested on his forearm tenderly. She made eye contact as she spoke.

"Go to the hospital, alright? Make sure Lydia's okay. I'm sure that's where they would've taken her, and your dad's probably going to be there too. I have to go with Peter."

Stiles eyes softened but he was miserable and confused as to what she wanted with her uncle. As far as he could tell, she wanted nothing more to do with him. All Eleanor did was shake her head and make a promise to tell him later.

And with that, the two werewolves were gone, and Stiles was running frantically to the hospital.

...

young Hale arrived at her house alone. Peter had told her he was going to make an appearance later, but for now to go and find her brother. The young Hale found it extremely odd, but she took the offer and landed herself in the woods, directly in front of her house.

Her eyes focused on the two familiar men who were ducking behind the trees, unusually staring at the house with a look of determination. Eleanor sighed in relief upon seeing her brother alive and healthy, and walked up behind them, listening in to their conversation.

"Hey, hold on. Something doesn't feel right."

Eleanor frowned, crossed her arms over her chest and leant on the nearest tree. "What do you mean?"

The two boys shrieked, their eyes wide and their mouths ajar at the shock of finding Eleanor stood behind them. They recovered seconds later, leant against one another in a pathetic attempt to calm themselves down.

Derek groaned and looked up to meet the eyes of his sister. "Fucking hell, don't do that again."

Scott nodded in agreement, and then, "But what do you mean?"

"I don't know. It's - it's just kind of like it's been too-"

"No. Don't say 'too easy'" Scott stressed, his eyes trained on Derek who looked uneasy. "People say 'too easy' and bad things happen. What, do you think finding you was easy? Getting away from Allison's dad?"

Eleanor sighed and stepped forward, eyeing the two boys as she muttered bitterly. "None of this has been easy."

Derek's eyes softened at his younger sister, and he turned to survey the area in front of them. He didn't like the situation, but he didn't want to make a big deal out of nothing and stress them out even more than they already were. He sighed and turned back to the two teenagers, nodding in agreement.

"Okay, yeah. Fine. You're right."

But as soon as they stepped out from the woods and toward the house, Derek knew he should have trusted his instincts. A flash of light impaled the tree beside the trio, causing them to whine and cower backward, shielding their stinging eyes from the contraption. Eleanor stumbled forward, reaching Scott and moving him out of the way just in time for an arrow to impale her forearm.

She groaned as the pain intensified and she lost her footing, falling to the forest floor in an attempt to miss any other weaponry that moved her way. Her eyes darted along the ground, searching for the source of battery, stopping once she spotted two pairs of shoes moving toward them quickly.

Ever so faintly, she heard the familiar voice of Kate, and, "Now the leg. Flash bolt."

Eleanor growled instinctively, feeling protective of her brother and friend as she pleaded them to listen to her demand. "Boys, your eyes!"

However, covering their eyes was not the brightest idea. Using the boys' weakness to their advantage, the niece and the aunt smirked and Allison shot yet another arrow, this time impaling Derek in the chest, causing him to stumble and fall a little further away from his sister.

"Scott, go." The two begged, screwing their eyes shut as the young hunter shot the wolf in the ankle to stop him from doing as they had pleaded.

Scott toppled to the floor directly beside Eleanor, groaning in immediate pain. He rolled on to his back and looked up, his eyes widening as he looked from Allison and then to his best friend, completely shocked and scared.

His eyes flooded with guilt and worry. "Allison, I - I can explain."

"Stop lying." She demanded, walking toward them before towering over the pair of werewolves she used to call her friends. "For once, stop lying."

Scott, hurt by her words, rested on his elbows as he took it upon himself to explain anyway, his eyes frantically searching her expression. "I was going to tell you at formal. I was going to tell you everything. Because everything that I said, everything that I did-"

"Was to protect me." Allison finished in disgust, raising her eyebrows as Scott nodded.

"Yes."

She just shook her head, looking back to her aunt as she curled her lip in disbelief. "I don't believe you."

With that, she took a step away from the two teenagers laying on the ground in immense pain, awaiting her aunt's next instructions. Kate was stood menacingly over Derek, narrowing her eyes at him and smirking before she looked to her niece. She sighed in relief upon Allison's words and left Derek struggling on the ground, joining her in front of Allison's friends.

"Thank god." Allison smiled, but it fell through upon Kate's next surprising words. "Now shoot them before I have to shoot myself."

As her expression faltered, Allison suddenly became very vulnerable as she stepped toward her aunt questioningly. "What? You - you said we were just going to capture them."

"We did that. Now we're gonna kill them."

Without so much as a second glance, Kate aimed the gun in her had firmly at Derek and shot him through the chest, causing him to fall limply still. Eleanor screamed out in agony, trying to hold her chest as the wound replicated on her worn out body. Her main focus, though, was her brother who was struggling to maintain his life.

"See, not that hard." As soon as the crazed woman's eyes fell back on to Eleanor, she raised her eyebrow at the now exact replica of Derek's gunshot wound. "Interesting."

Instead of experimenting, like Eleanor thought would most likely happen now that Kate knew more about her, the woman shrugged it off and turned to look at her niece impatiently. She sighed and leant on one foot as she stared ahead in disappointment at Allison, who looked beyond repelled.

"Oh - I know that look. That's the 'you're gonna have to do it yourself' look."

Allison stumbled back hopelessly as Kate moved toward the two friends, aiming the gun at Eleanor's head as she knelt in front of Scott, looking deep into his eyes with a playful pout.

Allison, horrified, "Kate! Kate, what are you doing?"

"I love those big brown eyes." She whispered to Scott, holding his chin daringly as her finger hovered over the trigger of her Beretta.

And then suddenly, "Kate!"

The sound of her brother caused a step backward from the two teenagers she had been threatening, and to face Chris who was now pointing his own weapon at her dangerously. "I know what you did. Put the gun down."

Kate merely shrugged, unfazed. "I did what I was told to do."

"No one asked you to murder innocent people." He started bitterly, looking down at both Hale's in sympathy, while Allison stared at her family members, lost as her father continued. "There were children in that house, ones that were human. Look what you're doing now. You're holding a gun at two sixteen year olds with no proof that they've spilled human blood. We go by the code - Nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent."

His daughter looked down at her two peers and frowned, whispering the translation. "We hunt those who hunt us."

"Put the gun down, before I put you down."

Kate lowered her weapon, glaring at Chris. And then everything happened quickly. There was, what seemed to be, a big rush of wind around the three werewolves and three hunters, and immediately the Argent's drew their guns once more.

"Allison, get back!" Her father pleaded, eyes darting their surroundings as Eleanor groaned, allowing her face to fall back onto the ground.

The last of her wound was healing, telling her that Derek was too, but that was not what she was groaning about. As soon as the chaos around her began, she could tell that what was tormenting them was Peter. He chose his moment to intervene perfectly.

"What is it?" Allison questioned worriedly, stepping back as her father had told her so, while Eleanor and Scott rose to their feet, along with Derek meters away.

Scott looked at his lover gravely. "The Alpha."

One by one, each of them - with the exception of Kate - were knocked off their feet and to the floor. Scott was first, followed by Peter's niece and nephew, then Chris and Allison, leaving the last Argent to fend for herself. Still, she seemed unfazed and all the more defensive as she circled herself.

"C'mon!" She screamed crazily, her hair disheveled as she held out the tip of her gun, awaiting the Alpha's next move.