An Uneasy Accord

Chapter 96 - The Next Chapter

A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's…though I wished I owned the rest….*sighs*

A/N: Okay kiddies...Another huge milestone for Derelyn...

"No!"

Brooklyn resisted all the way through the house as Markus dragged her back outside. Seconds after they reached the bottom step Scott was being hurled through the air but landed on all fours. Peter emerged from the house but he had shifted and now stood as the Alpha wolf. Its eyes glowed at the hunters before returning its attention to the disobedient beta.

"Allison stay back!" Markus shot his hand up as the Alpha and beta locked together in a violent bloody struggle. Brooklyn didn't see Derek emerging from the house and like a switch being flipped on inside, panic flooded her being.

"Derek's inside," she muttered. "I have to get to him."

The sharp stab caused her to cry out and prevent her from going anywhere.

"No," she shook her head. "No, it's not time."

The Alpha grappled Scott by the back of his neck then launched the smaller subordinate wolf across the clearing. Scott felt the stones and twigs cracking his ribs which temporarily stunned him. Allison rushed to his side but the Alpha crouched between her and the beta.

"Markus do something," Brooklyn pleaded with her guardian. He still had his gun gripped in his fingers and instinctively took aim. The bullets ripped through the Alpha's shoulder and forearm before burying themselves somewhere in the woods. The inhuman howl made Scott look up to see the Alpha now turning on Markus. He had succeeded in distracting the Alpha but now he had enraged it. Brooklyn knew she had to do something.

"Brooklyn what are you doing?" Allison screeched.

"He won't hurt me," she barricaded Markus with her swollen body. "He hurts me, he hurts them. You won't hurt them….will you?"

The Alpha growled as Brooklyn placed herself in a precarious position. It wanted to rip the man apart but the one covering him carried the two new Hale pack members. Brooklyn stared the creature down, waiting for it to strike; strike her and risk hurting the twins.

The roar of the Porsche made the Alpha rear up as Stiles and Jackson stared wide eyed and jaws slacked open at the full blown wolf. Stiles grabbed the Molotov cocktail and hurled it at the Alpha. The wolf spotted the beaker twirling through the air towards it and caught the glass container.

"Oh damn," Stiles felt his spirit sink. The Alpha sneered revealing its hideous elongated canines. Scott saw Allison's crossbow and got an idea.

"Allison," he swept the weapon across the ground. Allison gathered the bow and arrow then took aim through the dim light of the new moon. The light whoosh greeted her ears as the arrow was propelled with a snap of the wrist.

The arrow hit its target.

The cocktail exploded in an awesome display, illuminating the cold night air. The Alpha wailed and flailed its arms round as the volatile mix devoured fur and flesh. Brooklyn felt ill at the pungent stench that invaded her delicate senses.

Stiles saw Jackson clutching the other beaker and hollered at the jock.

"Jackson!"

He snapped from his trance and flung the other glass container. It erupted against the Alpha's chest, consuming the rest of its body. Markus whipped around protecting his daughter as the figure twisting in a painful dance reverted back to the outline of a man. Brooklyn watched with horror as Peter rolled on the ground until the last speck of orange was extinguished. A bit of empathy touched her heart but it was wiped out when she remembered why they were there at the first place.