Vitality

xxxiv.

Beacon Hills, California

The McCall pack was under attack as hunters shot at them from all angles.

Scott McCall stared into the eyes of the man that was to shoot him, but a blue Jeep came to a skidding halt, knocking the hunter to the ground.

"Didn't think you were doing this without mem did you?" Stiles questioned as his head appeared in the driver's side window.

"Without us." Derek corrected as his eyes transformed into his werewolf form, growling at the enemy.

The man launched himself into the air, taking down two men.

The shooting continued and now with Derek Hale taking down as many men as he could, the pack stood with a fighting chance.

Hunter began to retreat and it wasn't long before two vehicles ran away.

"Can't believe you didn't tell me about any of this. Not a word, not a single word." Stiles scolded Lydia.

"We had reasons, really good reasons." Lydia defended.

Deucalion stole the attention of the victory as Scott and Malia noticed his mortal wounding.

"Gerard...what he fears most...he can't beat you." Deucalion struggled to speak.

"And he knows it." the man grinned as the life left his body.

"It's really started, hasn't it?" Malia confessed in fear.

"What's started?" Stiles questioned.

"It's an all out war." Scott answered, before getting up and moving to hug Derek.

"As much as I enjoy the impromptu family reunion, what are you doing here?" Peter questioned his nephew.

"I found a pack slaughtered in Brazil. There were two words written on the wall. 'Beacon Hills'." Derek confessed.

"You came back for Beacon Hills?" Scott questioned.

"No, I came back for you." Derek informed.

"And Adele, is she-" Scott's question was cut off by the radio crackling on.

"Blood and destruction. Dreadful objects so familiar. All pity chocked with custom of fell deeds." the pack rushed to the car.

"Caesar's spirit ranging for revenge with ate by his side come hot from hell. Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice. Do you know the rest, Scott?" Gerard questioned.

"Do you know your Shakespeare?" he continued.

"Cry 'Havoc!' and let slip the dogs of war." Derek spoke into the walkie-talkie.

"War, indeed. Welcome back, Derek. You must all be feeling rather nostalgic. Are you pleased with the little family reunion I've gathered around you, Scott?" Gerard continued to mock.

"Yeah, well, why don't you come join us and I can thank you in person?" Scott responded back.

"I even have a few extra members for you, from London." Gerard informed, causing not only Scott, but Derek's heart to drop.

"Even someone like Jackson Whittemore couldn't resist coming back to Beacon Hills." Gerard mocked.

"Say hello, Jackson." Gerard spoke followed by the grunts of Jackson being electrocuted.

"Do it again, old man. Come a little closer, I'm going to shove that thing so far up your ass!" Jackson threatened in anger.

"Lost none of his charm, has he?" Gerard responded.