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Parrish awoke after somehow being knocked out to find that he was in his police cruiser, his wrists had been bound to his steering wheel with zip-ties and his cruiser was being doused in some kind of liquid.
“Hey! Hey, what are you doing?” Jordan took in a deep breath and coughed on the gas fumes. “ Listen... Listen to me! I’m a deputy with the Beacon Hills Sheriff’s Department...” he shook his head trying to clear his thoughts.
“Damn. I was hoping you’d be out longer.”
Jordan peered out his passenger side window. “Haigh? What the hell? What are you doing?”
“You’re a good guy, Parrish.” Deputy Haigh, took the tank of gasoline in his hands and continued to pour it over the car. “But the list says you’re worth five million dollars.”
“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Jordan knew that only the Sheriff, Deputy Grace and himself knew about the Deadpool, or so he thought. “Haigh, Martin, listen... I mean, I barely make forty thousand dollars a year.” he need to try and talk the man out of this before it went to far.
“I only make thirty-six.” Martin snared, pouring gas into the driver side window, all over Parrish.
“AHHHHH!” Jordan closed his eyes trying not to let the gasoline get into them. “Martin, please! Just stop! You don’t have to do this. Look, if you’re having money problems...”
“You’re worth five million dead, Parrish.” Martin cut him off, as he circled back around the cruiser. “Sounds like you got the problem.”
“Please don’t do this!” Jordan can feel the Hound of Hell in the back of his mind. “You’re just gonna stand there? You’re just gonna listen to a fellow Deputy burn to death?” If he couldn’t get through to the other man he knew this wouldn’t end well for Haigh, and if Cerberus killed the deputy they would either be put in prison or have to go on the run. Either way they would never get to see their child, or hold them in their arms.
Haigh put some ear-buds into his ears and hit play on his MP3 player, to listen to his music. Then taking a lighter out of his pocket he flicked it to light and threw it into the passenger side window, setting Parrish on fire.
In less then a second Jordan was pushed to the back of his own mind, Cerberus taking control. He closed his eyes to mare slits, watching the man that had set them ablaze. Haigh stood watching the car burn for around a minute before getting into his own cruiser and driving away. Once the car was out of sight Cerberus busted the door open. Stepping out onto the pavement the Hound of Hell adsorbed the flames still licking at his body. Most of his clothes where burned away, but he still had enough covering himself to be considered decent. With a low growl he headed for the station.
~~~
Sheriff Stilinski opened the door to his office scanning the bullpen. “Anybody seen Parrish?” looking around his eyes landed on the nearest officer. “Haigh?”
“Haven’t seen him.” All of a sudden Deputy Haigh’s eyes went wide. “Holy, shit.”
Parrish walked into the station eyes glowing, a low growl coming from his throat. He was covered in soot, most of his uniform melted and burned away.
“You’re dead!” Haigh shouted, standing so fast his chair toppled over.
Parrish, stormed into the bullpen and immediately made a bee-line for Haigh.
Sheriff Stilinski stepped between the two men, hands up facing the Hound of Hell. “Hey! HEY!” only to get shoved out of the way.
Haigh pulled out his gun just as Parrish lunged toward him and pinned him against the wall. The Hound of Hell forcing the Deputy’s hands up, as he fired off two rounds. The sound of the gun shoots brought the other officers and Agent McCall into the room. The two wrestled to try to get the gun for themselves when Haigh accidentally discharged it once more, shooting through the open door into the Sheriff’s office.
Parrish was able to tackle Haigh to the ground and punch him repeatedly in the face until the Deputy was knocked unconscious. “He tried to burn us.”
Getting to his feet Noah held out a hand to stop anyone from getting close to the Hound. “Cerberus, he’s out now.” He placed his other hand on the man’s shoulder. “We can take it from here.”
Eyes glowing Cerberus slowly stood. “He knows about the list.”
“Okay.” Noah nodded. “We’ll figure it out, can I talk to Parrish, please?”
Blinking a couple times, Jordan glanced around the room. “Did he hurt anyone?”
“Just Haigh.” Noah let out a breath. “Deputy Clark, could you call an ambulance for a possible concussion and fractured jaw.”
“Yes, Sir.” Valerie rushed over to the desk to make the call.
“Jordan, are you injured?” Noah looked the man over.
“No.” Parrish shook his head. “He just doused me... and my cruiser in gas and lit it on fire. It’s in the lot by the abandoned warehouse over on third.” he took his hands down his face, then seemed to get a look at himself. “I need some new clothes.”
“Let’s go into my office and call your wife.” Noah waved a hand towards the open door.
“What the hell was that!” Agent McCall seemed to find his voice. “His eyes...” he trailed off.
Glancing over to the Hound of Hell, Noah saw him give a slight shrug, after a moment he sighed. “You’ve only ever lived in Beacon Hills for a couple years at a time, so you never picked up on the... odd things that go on around here.”
Rafael raised a brow at the Sheriff.
“The things that go bump in the night live here.” Valerie retorted. “Some of them are good and some are not. Jordan is one of the good ones. Along with Deputy Grace.”
Agent McCall looked at the woman like she’d grown a second head.
~~~
The entire pack was sitting around the loft, Peter stood near the TV, while Lydia sat in Jackson’s lap in the chair to his right. Boyd sat in the other chair, Erica in his lap. Anna and Jordan sat side by side on the couch, Isaac, Cora, Ethan, Danny and Aiden sat on the floor around the coffee table. Derek, Braeden, Melissa, Chris, Allison, Scott, along with Liam and his parents sat at the long conference table. Malia and Kira sat on the spiral stair case, while Stiles sat at the Alpha’s feet, typing away on the wolf’s laptop.
“If this pack gets any bigger you’re going to need to invest in more chairs, Sourwolf.” Stiles remarked, glancing over to the Alpha.
“There are places to sit at the table.” Derek waved to the open stools.
Before Stiles could retort the door to the loft opened, as Noah and Rafael McCall walked in.
Peter wasn’t sure if this was going to be a good idea or a complete disaster, but the FBI Agent had seen Jordan’s eyes, and Peter knew that the man wasn’t one to let things go. Noah had called Peter the night before letting him know what happened. That Violet and Garrett the two assassins that Stiles and he’d caught, also known as the Orphans, had told Deputy Haigh about the deadpool in hopes that he would let them out. He agreed to help them escape if the lead was true and he got paid. Haigh got the list from the file in the Sheriff’s office and was going to go after Deputy Grace. That was until he saw how much Parrish was worth.
Peter saw the moment Rafael saw his son, the man’s eyes going hard.
Rafael glared at his ex-wife. “You had no right to keep this from me.”
“What was I supposed to do?” Melissa glared back. “Call you in DC and say what? Scott’s doing well but he got turned into a werewolf. I had a hard enough time coming to terms with it and I saw him shift. You would not have believed me.”
“You could have said something when I was in town.” Rafael waved a hand at his son. “Had him show me.”
“You mean when you were here trying to get my dad fired.” Stiles gave the Agent a death stare. “This pack isn’t in the habit of telling our secrets to those who try to harm it’s members.”
“Are you a werewolf?” Rafael’s head snapped to his right, eyeing the Sheriff.
“No.” Noah barely kept himself from rolling his eyes.
“You do not have to be a werewolf to be in a pack.” Peter remarked.
“Well I guess this explains why a man of your age would be hanging around a bunch of kids.” Rafael’s eyes narrowed at the Alpha. “ Grooming.”
Peter’s eyes flashed red and his teeth became sharp as a growl slipped past his lips.
At the sight Agent McCall pulled his gun from it’s holster, but before he could aim it at the wolf, it was ripped from his hands. The weapon flew across the room, stopping in front of Stiles, who plucked it from the air.
Setting the gun on the floor next to him, Stiles scowled at his dad. “I thought you said you’d have him leave his gun at the station.”
“I thought he had.” Noah turned to eye the Agent. “But unlike the wolves I can’t always tell when someone is lying.”
“How did he do that?” Rafael pointed at the teen.
“My son is a Fae.” Noah gave the boy a reassuring smile. “Which means that he can use magic, yes real magic.”
“He’s the most powerful person in this room.” Peter beamed at his Mate. “Possibly within a hundred miles of here.”
“I don’t know, Mawida is pretty powerful.” Stiles rubbed the back of his neck, ears turning pink in embarrassment.
“He would give you a run for your money in his woods.” Peter nodded. “But the second you got him out of those woods, you would win.”
“You’re telling me, that a seventeen year old kid is the most powerful thing around.” Rafael glanced about the room.
“Don’t worry.” Stiles smiled a manic smile. “I know that with great power comes great responsibility.”
All the teens in the room groaned.
“Could you please answer my questions without your usual level of sarcasm?” Rafael eyed the teen condescendingly.
“Can you ask the questions without your usual level of stupid?” Stiles shoot back.
Peter knew this could get out of hand if he didn’t step in. “Now, now boys lets all try to act like adults here.” He smirked at Special Agent McCall. “We all agreed to let Rafael here in on our not so secret, secret.”
All the teens nodded.
“So why don’t all the pups head to the preserve and run off some of this anxious energy.” Peter peered around at the pack. “I’m sure you don’t want to be stuck in the loft while this conversation is going on. I mean you’ve heard it all before.”
“Sweet, I’ll grab my cloak.” Stiles jumped to his feet, grabbing the gun next to him as he went. “I’ll drop this off at the station.”
“No, you’ll give it back.” Rafael moved to block the door.
With a slow wave of his hand, Stiles moved the Special Agent to the other side of the room. “Why don’t you bring lunch to Kildara.” he winked at his Mate. “We’ll have a picnic.”
Peter watched the Fae walk out of the loft, leaving the FBI agent floating until all the teens had left, closing the door behind them.
~~~
Scott sat in the passenger side of the Jeep, fiddling with the hem of his cloak. It was odd how everyone who could shift took to going without clothes so fast. Stiles had said that it must be a part of their wolfie brain not caring about being naked. And in a way that made since, he didn’t look at Cora, Erica, Anna or even Malia any differently in wolf form then when they had clothes on.
“Do you think it’s safe to tell my dad everything?” Scott didn’t look up from his lap.
“I don’t think Peter is going to tell him EVERYTHING.” Stiles emphasis the last word. “And besides what’s he going to do? Go back to DC and tell the higher ups that supernatural creatures are real? He’ll have to go through a mental evaluation if he dose that.”
“I guess you’re right.” Scott mumbled.
“Scott it took your mom what a week, along with being held hostage by Gerard and Jackson for her to truly understand what being in the know was like.” Stiles glances over at his friend for a second, before looking back to the road. “It might take him some time, but your dad will come around.”
They all road in silence for a while before Liam leaned forward. “Who’s Kildara?”
“It’s the name of the Nemeton.” Scott turned slightly in his seat.
“What’s a Nemeton?” Liam glances between the two in the front seats.
“It’s a tree.” Scott peered over at Stiles.
“You guys named a tree?” Liam sounded very puzzled.
“The Nemeton is not just a tree.” Stiles sighed. “It is the very nexus of magical power for this area. And we did not name them, Kildara is just their name.”
Liam sat back looking even more confused for a moment, before leaning forward once again. “Why in half the pack naked.”
Scott and Stiles shared a look before busting out in barely contained laughter, while also hearing Ethan and Aiden snort in the back seat. They all seemed to get a hold of themselves as they pulled into the parking lot for the garden. Getting out Scott once again caught the look on his best friends face and began to laugh once more.
“What’s so funny?” Liam glared at the pair. “I just want to know what’s going on. This isn’t some weird sex thing that I’ll have to be a part of later on is it.”
That statement made everyone turn to look at the kid.
“What?”
“Show him.” Stiles nods at his best friend with a mischievous smile.
Scott cracked his neck, letting his wolf come to the surface, reaching up to the tie at his throat. Pulling on the string the cloak began to fall away, at the same time he crouched down going to all fours. Moments later Scott was in his wolf form. He remembered his first shift on the full moon after he was bitten, how he had felt so afraid and alone. He fought against the shift and his wolf, both physically and mentally, almost losing himself to the anger. For months after that he fought for control, terrified he’d hurt someone, not wanting to be like his father. He watched the actions of the Alpha that had bit him and worried that if he let the wolf in he would end up the same way.
It wasn’t until he’d taken the oath of the bitten that he began to see being a werewolf as a gift and not a curse. He felt it in Boyd’s stoic acceptance, in Erica’s new found freedom, in Isaac’s understanding of how to control the anger that came with his wolf. Derek and Peter were so intone with their wolves it was hard to tell them apart. Were Anna brought a sense of protectiveness, Cora had a longing for family. All of this had helped Scott accept his wolf, and truly see that he didn’t have to live in fear of that side of himself.
Scott regarded everyone around him, all those that had shifted, looking so different then he did. Boyd was a solid dark brown wolf, were Erica was a light tan with a cream under belly and legs, along with the tip of her tail and ears. Isaac had an almost golden brown fur with white tipped ears and paws and Cora was reddish-brown with a creamy under belly that come up under her jaw and went down her legs to her paws. Jackson is salt and pepper looking, his fur a mix of gray, brown, tan and white, with bright blue eyes.
Scott on the other hand had black fur along his back, over the top of his head, ending in a mask, his muzzle was white, the color running down his legs and under belly. He looked more like a large Husky then a wolf, even though he stood thirty inches at the shoulder. He knew because Stiles wanted to know how big each of them were and therefor had measured them all.
“Wow, will I be able to do that?” Liam’s voice carried across the garden.
“Sorry, runt.” Stiles smiled at the kid. “Only those that took the oath of the bitten and went through the Rituals of regrowth can full shift.
“Yeah.” Ethan shook his head. “This is the only pack that can.”
“All other werewolves don’t have that ability.” Aiden added.
“Oh.” Liam’s shoulders slumped.
“I know how you feel.” Ethan put an arm around the pup. “Aiden and I can’t full shift either and we went through the rituals with them.”
At the kids wide eyes, Aiden just shrugged. “We never took the oath, because we’re going to start our own pack one day.”
“Come on lets run.” Ethan smiled, heading for the tree line.
With that all the wolves and one coyote took off into the woods.
~~~
Malia loved to run in this form, it gave her a since of freedom that being human never could. And now she had something she never had while she lived as a coyote, she had a pack. All the years she’d lived in the preserve she never had a pack, the true coyotes that lived in these woods kept their distance from her. Weather it was because they could since that she was different or the fact that she was not born among then she didn’t know. But now she had a family, people who didn’t see her as something else. She was one of them, accepted, cared for and loved.
As she wove through the trees, Malia felt a since of joy, she was starting to feel the bounds that came with being in a pack. Everyone of the wolves were having fun, enjoying the thrill of the chase. When all of a sudden a loud sound echoed through the trees, and a sharp pain ripped threw the coyote’s hind leg. Malia yelped as she went tumbling onto her uninjured side.