Morningstar

63

The group was hiding behind concrete columns, trash cans, dumpsters and steel barriers to escape the firing guns.

A hunter got in position to shoot Scott and Luci snuck through the shadows to hit the hunter. Malia was doing the same, but was more obvious. Luci almost yelled for her to stop, but kept her mouth shut as she didn't want to give her position away.

"Malia," Scott called. "Luci, if you're doing the same, stop."

Before she could do anything, she noticed a blue Jeep mowing down the hunter. A small smile crossed her face when she saw who was driving.

"Didn't think you're doing this without me, did you?" Stiles asked.

"Without us?" Derek smirked, appearing next to the driver's side window.

Derek shifted and growled before launching himself at the hunters.

He took down several hunters and Luci joined his side, taking out a few. Malia and Peter took down a few others.

The remaining hunters ran to their cars and drove off.

They walked over to Scott and Deucalion. The former Alpha Pack leader placed a hand on Scott's as Malia ran over.

Deucalion said, "Gerard... What he fears most... He can't beat you. And he knows it." His hand fell and he slumped to the ground.

Luci looked to Scott. "It's started, hasn't it?"

"What's started?" Stiles wondered.

"It's an all-out war," Scott replied.

Scott hugged Derek as Peter walked over. "As much as I enjoy the impromptu family reunion, what are you doing here?"

"I found a pack slaughtered in Beacon Hills," Derek answered. "There were two words written in blood on a wall. Beacon Hills."

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

"No. Came back for you and Luci."

They heard Gerard's voice coming through the radio in Stiles' Jeep. ""Blood and destruction. Dreadful objects so familiar. All pity choked with custom of fell deeds. Caesar's spirit, raging for revenge. With Ate by his side come hot from hell, shall in these confines with a monarch's voice."" He paused and asked, "Do you know the rest, Scott, Luci? Do you know your Shakespeare?"

Scott held the radio to Derek who said, ""Cry, 'Havoc!' and let slip the dogs of war.""

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

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

"I even have a few visitors for you two, from London. Even someone like Jackson Whittemore couldn't resist coming back to Beacon Hills. Say hello, Jackson."

Jackson screamed and electricity crackled on his side. "Do it again, old man. Come a little closer. I'm gonna shove that thing so far up your ass..."

Luci smirked and Lydia smiled at Jackson's snarkiness. Gerard continued. "Lost none of his charm, has he? You can find him here with us at the Armory. Scott. Luci. In fact, I'm going to tell you two where to find all of them. Your deputy Hellhound met some friends of his while responding to a call at Eichen House. Your father was on his way back from San Francisco with the goal of entering the fight. But they didn't get far. You might want to tell your mother to skip her shift at the hospital tonight. Liam and his friends are there now. Optimistic of them, but woefully ill-advised. This is how you wage war, Scott, Luci. A strategic positioning of your army against theirs. Which is why you two will come to me. You two will try to save as many as you can. And you two might even save a few. But your limited resources will be spread thin. Ultimately, you two will fall. The dogs of war, Scott, Luci. They're coming for you..."