Hale Pack House
(Six Weeks Presently)

3rd Person P.O.V- The Hale Pack was working none stop to find their missing Pack Mate, but they kept coming up empty handed as the Alpha that took her masked their scents after a two mile radius, making it seem as if the two had completely vanished off the face of the earth.

Derek- It was my turn to do perimeter check and kept hearing loud purposeful rustling sounds coming from the back yard towards the tree line. Heading in that direction and hearing pitiful pained moans, I quickly rush over, finding Harlow awkwardly propped up against a tree. (Growls Lowly and Whispers) "It's okay, I got you. You're home and you're safe." Gently picking her up into my arms, I rush back to the house.

Scott- The front door is thrown open, setting us all on edge as our eyes glow an array of colors. (Glares) "What the fuck Derek?" He doesn't say a word as he rushes to the dining room.

Erica- Having shut the door behind him, we all follow and gather around the table.

Ethan- Aiden and I stand back out of the way, but closer to the head of the table attempting to keep a tight hold on Coura, Malia and Isaac so they don't go and jump the poor girl.

Aiden- Ethan has both Malia and Coura wrapped in his arms as I tighten mine around Isaac. (Whispers) "She's home, she's safe."

Peter- Sitting in the chair at the head of the table as I take Harlow's hand in mine, gently squeezing her fingers as black veins run up my arm taking her pain. (Mutters Softly) "You are home, you are safe, we have you, no one will hurt you ever again!" With my free hand, I run my fingers through her hair in a soothing manor as I anchor myself to the best of my abilities currently.

Jackson- Laying my eyes on the battered, bruised and bloodied body of our Pack Runt. (Stutters) "Is she alive?"

Allison- Standing there with my arms crossed as I glare at nothing in particular. (Glares Heatedly) "She better be."

Stiles- I walk in with the medical bag as I push Derek away and cut the rest of Harlow's clothes off leaving her, in her panties an bra. (Sighs Heavily) Leaning over slightly, I press my ear to the girls chest as I listen to her fading heartbeat.

Kira- Having gotten a bowl of warm water and two rags, Erica and I clean all the blood an dirt from her horridly discolored flesh.

Liam- (Bites Bottom Lip) "Should we call Deaton? He'll know what to do, right?" Suddenly the three Alpha's and Luna have their eyes on me. (Whimpers)

3rd Person P.O.V- For once everyone was in agreement, their Runt needed immediate medical attention and it was something they couldn't give her. After cleaning up the mess, grabbing a bag of clothes and locking up. They all get into five separate vehicles, speeding off to the local Druid.

Beacon Hills Veterinary Clinic
(Two Hours Later)

Chris- Peter called and filled me in on what happened and I leave my team of Hunters to hunt down an capture the rouge Alpha as I arrive at the clinic in record time, throwing open the door. "PETER!"

Derek- We are all gathered in the waiting room, while Deaton works on Harlow in the back. "Chris?"

Stiles- Everyone was startled by the Hunter who whipped open the door and entered the room, looking a bit wild. "It's all right pups." They all settle down and return to their seats to resume whatever they were doing prior.

Peter- Getting up from where I was perched beside our Luna. "I'm sorry I called him."

Stiles- Waving it off. "You had every right."

Derek- (Nods Agreeingly)

Peter- Walking over and meeting Chris halfway, I throw my arms around the Hunters shoulders as I bury my my face into his neck.

Chris- Immediately wrapping my arms around Peters waist, I rub soothing circles along his lower back. "It's gonna be okay, she's gonna be okay." Nuzzling against his cheek as I scent mark him myself.

Peter- (Growls Lowly) Being in the arms of my mate calms me down and anchors me.

Chris- (Smiles Fondly) Peter makes this low rumble sound like he's purring. "We're all gonna get through this, together." I slide my hands from his hips, up to his neck holding his head in place as I play with his hair a bit. "And together we will defeat this rouge Alpha who thinks it's okay to lay his hands on our daughter!"

Peter- My eyes glow red as tears fall down my cheeks once more. (Whimpers)

Chris- (Smirks) I wipe away the tears and lean in to kiss him.

Stiles- Bouncing to my feet as I clap. "YES! It's about time and I so called it!"

Derek- (Chuckles) Reaching up as I wrap my arms around my mate, I pull him back down into my lap. "I'm so sorry."

Stiles- (Laughs) "I'm not! I'm so happy for you two, Allison and Harlow, you guys deserve happiness!" Once it all sinks in the pups looks of confusion turn to pure joy for the little family.

Allison- Skipping over, I wedge myself between my father and Peter. (Smiles Brightly) "I've got two daddies and a sister!"

Chris- (Smiles Fondly) Keeping one hand on Peter, with my free hand I rest it on Allison's arm.

Peter- (Smiles Happily) Being careful of our eldest daughter between us, I rest my hands on her shoulders as I lean my head on Chris's chest.

Stiles- Pulling out my phone, I snap a picture of the happy moment.

(One Hour Later)

Deaton- I walk out into the waiting room, finding the Hale Pack lounging about. "You all can come back now."

3rd Person P.O.V- Everyone gets untangled and stands up, eagerly following behind the Druid.

Derek- Once in the back, we all stand around an examining table. (Growls Lowly)

Stiles- I couldn't help the tears that begin to fall, Harlow is laying in a comatose like state hooked up with wires and tubes that monitor her vitals and are helping her to breath.

Chris- Wrapping my arms around Peter's waist, I do my best to comfort and anchor him.

Stiles- The pups were all having a meltdown at seeing their sister in this state. (Growls) "What the Hell Deaton! I thought you said you knew what you were doing and could fix her."

Deaton- I slowly back away from the angered Spark. "I'm aware of what I said, but after running countless tests..." I pause unsure if I really want to continue.

Derek- Gesturing for the vet to continue. "And?"

Deaton- (Shakes Head) "There is nothing that I can do for her, except maybe make her pain potions that could be given at hour intervals or just keep her sedated."

Scott- What he says sinks in. "What do you mean there isn't anything you can do for her?"

Deaton- Walking over to the exam table where the petite teen lays as I check her IV. "I mean that there's nothing, that I can do for her physically as she is a Witch and Bitten-Werewolf. It's not unheard of, just super rare as we don't think to mix such races here in America though it's common over in Europe."

Peter- My eyes glow red dangerously. (Snarls) "GET OUT!"

Deaton- Glancing around. "This is my clinic..."

Derek- Pointing to the nearest door. "Once we leave, it'll be yours again. LEAVE!"

Deaton- (Sighs Heavily) I don't bother to argue anymore and leave.

Coura- All of us were ready to murder the Druid, so it was best he vacated the premises. "Not that we don't care for the useless facts, but what does Harlow being a Hybrid have to do with all this?" I look to Stiles,Peter and Chris as they are the three who know more about the Supernatural, than that dumb-fuck.

Peter- (Sighs Heavily) "Quite frankly everything." I rub at my face tiredly.

Stiles- Walking over to the book case and going through the books like I own the place. "You see being such a rare Hybrid that she is and being bitten by a rouge Alpha, she's going through another transformation." They looked so confused. (Hums Softly) "It means she's no longer going to be a Hybrid or a plain Witch or Werewolf. She's going to be what is known as a Witcher."

Chris- I snuck out to my truck and came back in with a copy of the Argent Bestiary. "Witcher's are very rare creatures, never born always transitioned through trauma. Either Dominants or Switches, this is the first complete Submissive recorded in history." I slowly flip through the pages of the black leather bound book.

Derek- We were far from amused with the Druid, but we needed him alive as he did have knowledge and was took care of the Mundanes house pets. (Sighs Softly) Being mindful of both Peter and Chris, I gently prod at the crescent shaped mark on her discolored skin. "So she changes as she is healing?"

Theo- Tilting my head to the side as I try to process everything that was said and had happened. "So she's still family, right?"

Peter- I was sitting close beside the examining table where my daughter lay, glancing up at the curious boy. "Damn right she's still family. I will walk through fire for my daughter, she is ours and we protect what is ours!"

Theo- We all look at him with mirrored looks of pride and utter adoration. I take a couple of moments, before asking another question. "Why is the transformation taking so long?"

Chris- (Hums) "The transformation depends on the trauma and power of the creatures. So this may take awhile." We all watch as Stiles comforts the boy.

(Forty Minutes Later)

Danny- I was standing there silently up until this point. "Why? Why her?"

Derek- It was the first thing to cross my mind and I was sticking to it until it could be proven otherwise. "It's a message."

Kira- (Snarls) If this is a message, we got it loud an clear and when we cross paths with the Alpha whom dared to do this, he's dead.

Chris- I rest my hands on Peter's shoulders in a comforting manor, rubbing my thumbs in soothing circles. "She'll be okay, she's our little fighter."

Peter- (Sighs Heavily) Seeing Harlow lay there having wires hooked up to her and a machine that helps her to breath scared the ever loving shit out of me. (Mutters Softly) "I know."