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January 16th 2014

A handful of knocks are heard on the front door, "Ethan can you get that?" Stiles shouts down the stairs looking for something to wear.

Ethan stands from the small couch and walks to the door, opening it to see an Alpha. He stares in shock, Deucalion warned him about two other Alpha's being in Beacon Hills but Ethan didn't expect this one to be so young.

"Hi. I'm Scott." Scott smiles and walks into Stiles' house, taking the chips and drinks into his kitchen. Scott decides to check upstairs and see if Stiles was there. He needed an explanation of why there were two Alpha's sitting in Stiles' living room.

Ethan walks back into the living room, where Aiden is sitting on the couch. "Ethan, are you alright?" Aiden asks, standing beside his brother. "He's an Alpha," Ethan mutters under his breath.

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"Have you found anything yet?" Peter asks Derek as he enters his loft soaked. "Why - I'm not going to ask." Peter laughs looking out the huge wall made out of glass.

"No. I haven't found a single thing and it's driving me crazy. What if the alpha pack find her before I do?" Derek asks, peeling his soaked shirt off.

"She'll be fine Derek. Isaac, Boyd, Erica, and I will all help." Peter insists walking over to Derek to hand him a shirt.

Derek takes it and throws the wet one onto the floor of his loft, making Peter cringe. "Oh. That's nice. Do you always leave things around like that?" he asks picking up the soaked clothing and throwing it onto the desk behind him.

"Boyd, Erica, and Isaac stay here. They don't need to be helping, it's not like finding my mate will be that hard. And yes. Do you always have to say something?" Derek asks, walking towards his loft door. "Less mutts to watch. And why yes I actually do. Why are you always so- hey. Would you wait for me," Peter trails after Derek out of his loft.

"Where are we looking first?" Peter asks, already annoying Derek. "The woods, now shut up." Derek growls, Peter chuckling, "My, my, you haven't changed a bit,"

"I'm the Alpha now," Derek points out, smiling at Peter's mood shifts, his eyes narrowing into slits. "Don't make me claw your throat out," Peter warns Derek, as he chuckles.

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"Well what difference does it make Scott? It's not like they were sent here to kill you or anything." Stiles laughs, slipping on a black t-shirt and walking out his bedroom door.

Scott's brown eyes widen, "Don't say that," he speaks slowly, as if he were talking to a small child. "when someone says stuff like that, something bad always happens."

"You just need to relax," Stiles said, walking down the wooden stairs of his house. Scott grabbed Stiles shoulder trying to stop him from going downstairs to the alphas.

Stiles gave Scott a stern look, brushed him off and walked downstairs. Scott knew there was something going on. He hadn't paid any attention to the situation that there would be Alphas around more often, now he regrets it.

Scott doesn't have a plan; and Stiles won't help him.

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"Shut up Peter!" Derek was tired of Peter's nonstop mumbling, and endless questions. "I can't-" "Shut up? No, no you can't." Derek rolled his eyes, chuckling lightly at his comeback.

Peter mumbled a string of colorful words and Derek turned around, glaring at Peter with an eyebrow raised. "What?" Peter said innocently, "You don't hear that?" Derek asked.

He could hear a faint howl but didn't recognize who it was. Peter heard it too, he tried listening a little harder and he instantly recognized who it was.

"Deucalion." Peter says as Derek stares at him in disbelief.

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