One Night

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    Chris places a plate of bacon, eggs, and pancakes before his daughter; a scowl crossing the man's face as he looks over at the sitting teen. Isaac blinks at the adult know scanning the dining table full of mismatch teens and werewolf's.

    "You can't stay here." He snaps as Derek tugs on his jacket and strolls over to the table, stealing bacon off Isaacs plate like a brother would.

    "Why not?" Stiles asks as he shoves at Scott's shoulder for no reason. "This is the safest place we could be."

    "Stiles." Derek warns, trying to push back any loose information from spilling from the hyperactive teen.

    "And that's why you can't. You bunch are always involved in something dangerous, my daughter and I are retired and won't be getting involved." Chris places down his own plate then a plate of bacon and eggs and a third of pancakes.

Stiles nods and looks over at Isaac, then Scott and finally Derek. The alpha offers a stern look saying something along the lines of don't say anything. Stiles doesn't listen much though.

"Okay yeah, but we could be getting Erica and Boyd back." Chris perks his eyebrow up at the teen, know listening to his words carefully.

"I'm telling him." Stiles snaps quickly with finality.

"Stiles don't. That's not your decision to make." Derek answers by leaning down on the table between Isaac and Allison, towards the hyperactive human on the other side.

"Stiles yes, because they can help; for one. And two, argent will figure it out sooner or later, then he'll beat my ass for not saying anything."

"No I respect you." Chis waved his fork toward stiles. "I'd beat Scott's ass."

"I-I don't think that's any better." Scott mumbles worriedly as he chews around a bite of bacon.

"You can heal." Derek snaps, head pointing to Scott before the alpha refocuses of stiles.

"There's another pack in town." The teen quickly speaks, eyes stuck to Derek's own angry green glare.

"Stiles!" Derek yells tapping his hands on the table angrily and pushing backwards with a glare.

"It's an alpha pack. And from what Isaac said to me this morning, and the fact that we were able to identify two of those alphas proved that maybe the pack has had them and we're just figuring out they're in town." Stile blurts rather blandly. The words giving off basics rather than all the details.

    "Who are the two alphas?" Chris asks know clamping his hands together and ignoring his food.

    "We don't know any names, just that they go to school with us. All is good though the twins don't seem interested in Allison." The older argent nodded to Stiles's words, looking to his daughter and back to the group.

    "We have a deal."  The man speaks clearly to stiles, practically instructing him. The boy knowing what his words mean despite the rest of the group being out in the blue.