IT WAS A MERE THREE days later. That was all it took for the pack(s) to get organized and go save Derek Hale's ass. They'd traveled all the way to Mexico, their respective parents believing it was a camping trip. Luckily for Georgia, Willow was already away on business.

The alpha's eyes were cautious as she examined her surroundings. Georgia trailed along all the various faces, everybody entangled together as they danced and jumped to the blaring techno music.

Malia Tate had been officially introduced and acquainted with the pack. The werecoyote was standing in front of her alpha as they danced together, both getting a lay of the land.

Georgia felt Malia's hand on her waist, and glanced down to see that she was pointing. Georgia twirled, continuing to move against her as she investigated.

It was a man, one of the hunters based on the walki talki in his hand. He was big, with a bald head and slight facial hair.

Georgia glanced over when Kira Yukimura came running over, looking stressed, "Something's happening," she warned.

"I know," Malia assured.

"What do we do?" Kira asked, notably uncomfortable in this type of scenery. Georgia glanced over her shoulder with a smile that Malia returned.

"Blend in," they said in sync. Kira's eyes went a little wide, looking around uncertainly. Malia's smile widened, "Dance with us, dumbass."

"Oh," Kira blurted. She began doing some awkward, jerky movements. Malia bit her lip to stop from laughing. After a moment, she reached out and grabbed Kira's hip, more properly pulling her in to their little dance circle.

Kira was able to let loose as the three girls bobbed up and down, hands wandering and hair flipping. Georgia giggled a little as a few people crowded around them. She raised her brows at Isaac Lahey when she saw him slip in behind Malia.

Definitely unexpected, as the two had been on the brink of a fist fight since they met.

Looking beyond Kira's shoulder, she saw an approaching man with a gun. Then, from the other side, a woman. Finally a third man tried to corner them.

Malia leaned in, "Ready?"

Both girls gave a nod. The three turned, their backs to one another as they attacked each hunter.

Georgia grabbed the wrist of the man with the gun, using it to pull him into a bent over position. From there, she slammed her knee off of his jaw with a force that knocked him unconscious.

Malia grabbed hers by the jacket, lifting him up just to slam him even harder off the ground. She pinned his arm wielding the gun in order to punch him across the face several times.

Kira brandished her nunchucks, whipping the woman across the face and back again. Those blows alone were enough to send her to the floor.

Another hunter began to approach them, until Isaac punched him in the temple. He looked back at Georgia, giving her a nod.

The group of four met up with Scott, exiting the party scene for a turning hallway. The walls were the same red as the eyes of an alpha. They strode with purpose, going for where Lydia and Stiles were negotiating with the woman in charge of the Calaveras.

They turned down a final hall, slowly approaching the door at the end.

Just then, smoke came from around the corner. Scott advanced, one arm held out to silently keep them back. Before he could investigate, more smoke began coming in from all sides.

"Wolvesbane!" Scott choked out, "It's wolvesbane!" all wolves began coughing horridly, "Kira. . . Kira, get out!"

Georgia's lungs burnt with the poison, her vision beginning to give way. She stumbled, falling in front of Malia who was already on the ground, "Malia," she wheezed out, but was unable to say anything else.

An old woman walked in. She had tan skin and a short haircut.

"Someone who has been an alpha only a few months should be more careful when facing a hunter of 40 years," she warned.

"All we want, is Derek," Scott panted up to her.

"My lobito," Araya cooed teasingly, "You're a long way from home."

Georgia hesitantly lifted her head, meeting Scott's eyes. They both came to the same conclusion.

"You don't know where he is either," Scott stated aloud. This clearly angered Araya as she held an electric wand to his chest.

Georgia growled ferociously, using her last bit of strength to stand. Before she could truly fight, Araya slapped her across the face, knocking her back down with a zap.

She fell over, unconscious.

* * * * *

When Georgia awoke, it was with a startled gasp, her cheek stinging. She groaned as she slowly blinked into her surroundings, finding an unfamiliar room with limited details.

"Good, you're awake," Malia's face came into view where she was hunched over Georgia's head.

"Yeah, that's usually what happens when you slap somebody," Isaac sassed from Georgia's other side. The two betas glared at one another, as per usual.

"Will you two knock it off?" Georgia grumbled, sitting up. Stiles appeared right in front of her, holding out a hand. Georgia used it to pull herself up, "I'm assuming they didn't take the bribe?"

"You're assuming correctly," Stiles sighed, giving her a brief once over to assure she was okay.

"He's awake," Kira called from a few feet away, "Guys, he's awake."

They all ran over, seeing Scott was also regaining consciousness. Stiles looked down at his best friend, "Scott, you okay?"

"Yeah," Scott said while Kira and Stiles helped him sit up, "They don't have him. They don't have Derek."

"We know," Kira said softly, "But right now they've got Lydia."

Georgia looked around the room, realizing she was right. They were all there except for the red headed beauty.

"Lydia?" Scott huffed in shock, "What do they want with Lydia?"

Scott stood to his feet, approaching the door. He dug his fingers around the side, beginning to pull. He grunted and huffed, trying with all of his might.

Georgia went over, wrapping her arms around his waist and also pulling. She dug her feet against the ground, gritting her teeth and squeezing her eyes shut.

It didn't budge.

"Okay, okay, you're gonna rip me in half," Scott relented, letting go of the door dejectedly. Georgia did as told, stepping back and dropping her hands on her hips. She was wearing a black tank-top tucked into baggy jeans, cinched around her waist with a dark green belt. A peace-sign necklace hung against her chest, a gift from Willow once upon a time.

"That door won't open unless they let it," Georgia shook her head, her sleek pony tail moving with it.

"We already looked for a way out," Kira approached, "I think a lot of people have," Scott ran his fingers down the claw marks dug into the granite walls.

"I say when that door opens again, we take out whoever's standing in the way and run for it," Malia suggested from the other side of the room, leaning against the pillar there.

"Of course you do," Isaac squinted at her, arms crossing.

"What about Lydia?" Kira asked slowly.

"What about her?"

Scott walked over, "We're not leaving without her," he said like it was obvious.

Malia was dumbfounded, "Why not?"

Georgia sighed, pinching her nose, "Malia, we've been over this—Lydia is our friend, and we fight for our friends," she reminded the girl who was once a wild animal. Malia deflated, disappointed in herself for not remembering.

"Is that what you'd do as a coyote? Leave her for dead?" Kira asked sadly.

"Kira, you really shouldn't ask questions you don't wanna know the answer to," Isaac suggested, shrugging. Georgia pointed a stern finger at him, mutely shutting him up.

"If she was weak and injured, yeah," Malia, also, stated it like it was the only clear option, "If hunting had been bad that season I would eat her," she emphasized her next words, "Then I'd leave."

"Mmm," Stiles hummed, deadpanning Georgia, "Believe it or not, that's progress," he had vocalized his slight annoyance over how much time his girlfriend was spending coaching the werecoyote back to normal society. Malia had been intruding for a while now.

"Alright, guys, we're not dead yet," Scott reeled the conversation back in, "That means Araya wants something."

"Yeah, like to bathe in our filthy supernatural blood," Georgia offered sarcastically, tilting her head.

"If the Calaveras don't know where Derek is, that means they didn't take him from the loft, right?" Kira hypothesized.

"Maybe he left on his own," Stiles said, although he didn't sound particularly thrilled about it.

"Maybe someone else got to him," Scott came up with next.

Their brainstorming didn't have much time to develop before the doors swung open, in walking several hunters. Georgia growled, pushing Stiles back and instantly growing her claws.

She went to lunge forward, but was met with another electric rod. She collapsed to the floor with a cry of pain. The others were met with similar acts of force, rendering them all unable to fight.

When everything calmed down, they all looked to one another.

Now, not only was Lydia taken, but so was Scott and Kira.

"Damn it!" Georgia cursed, slapping her hand off the ground. She sighed, irritated with both herself and the godforsaken hunters.

She stood up, beginning to pace and listen her hearing in. Malia was sat by the sinks, Isaac was brooding off against the wall, and Stiles stood watching her.

"Do you hear them?" he asked her, "Can you hear Scott?"

Georgia closed her eyes, tuning in. She navigated her way through the upbeat, crazed music and thought of Scott. It took her a minute, but eventually she zoned in on him.

Her brows creased in worry, turning to Stiles, "I hear Kira crying. I think they're hurting Scott, Araya's interrogating him."

"There's too many sounds, voices," Malia grit out, her hands clasping over her ears. She was growing worked up, too confined and cornered amidst such stress, "It's driving me crazy."

"Hey," Georgia called softly, going over to kneel in front of her, "It's okay, Malia. You're here with me, not out there."

Malia looked up at her, struggling to reign in her lack of control. Isaac watched in slight concern.

"You've done it before, Malia, just focus on your surroundings, not the other sounds," Georgia instructed, carefully pulling Malia's hands away from her head. As the coyote stared back at her, she began to calm down, her breathing falling flat.

"I'm okay," she promised, briefly glancing at Isaac in embarrassment.

Their victory was short lived when the lights began to cut in and out. Isaac walked closer, "What's going on?"

Georgia could hear not only Scott screaming, but Araya, "They're killing him," she realized.

Finally, Scott gave a terrific roar, breaking free of his chains. Georgia could hear Araya's low, deadly voice, "Say the name, Scott."

"Kate."

Georgia slowly turned to Stiles, her jaw dropped. He scrambled closer, waving expectantly, "What? What'd he say?"

"Kate," she said breathily, shocked. Stiles' face scrunched.

"What? That can't be it, that's impossible," he thought the same as her.

"Why? Who's—Who's Kate?" Malia looked up between them confusedly.

"Kate Argent," Isaac realized. He had never met the woman, but heard stories—bad ones. Malia recognized that family name, knowing them to be hunters.

Kate was the one who had Derek.

* * * * *

The gang was let go. Araya no longer had a use for them. Not only that, but they were given a guide to where Kate was last seen.

Braeden. The mercenary who saved Isaac.

They all crowded into the jeep, it being an extremely tight fit as seven of them all sat in Roscoe. Stiles was driving, Isaac sat on the middle compartment, Scott was riding shotgun, and the four girls were in the back. Georgia sat on Malia's lap for the time being to save space.

They followed Braeden through a dusty desert. She rode up ahead on a motorcycle. It was a tense silence, all thinking vaguely the same things but not caring to speak on it.

Or, they were, until Malia ended that.

"Okay, I'll ask," Malia sat up, leaning against Georgia's back, "Who's Kate Argent?"

Kira raised her hand from their left, "Uh, I'd like to know too."

"Well, we were at her funeral," Stiles began, hitting them with the same surprise they felt, "So I'd like to know how she got out of a casket that was buried six feet underground."

"I mean, I personally never cracked that bad boy open to assure she was being damned to hell," Georgia commented, shrugging.

"She was never in it," Scott understood where she was coming from.

"She was Allison's aunt," Lydia spoke up. Her hair was done in a cute style, a braid wrapping around her head, "and a total sociopath."

"You don't have to talk about it now if you don't want to," Kira said sympathetically. They were all missing Allison, away at France and out of the drama.

"Um, yes he does," Malia countered sassily.

"Could you at least pretend to care about other people's feelings?" Isaac tossed over his shoulder, making Malia slap him upside the head.

"Hey!" Georgia warned before a full fight could break out, "Behave yourself."

"She's right," Scott sided with Malia, "You guys should know. You need to know."

Stiles sighed, "Alright, Kate was the one who set the fire that killed most of Derek's family."

"Some of them survived, like Cora, and Peter," Scott added. Georgia frowned at the memory of her friend, the only one willing to attack the alpha pack at the same time as her.

"A very angry Peter," Lydia chimed in.

"Like, angry enough to slaughter anyone involved, bite Scott, then totally ruin the winter dance by biting me and Lydia too," Georgia rolled her eyes at the former alpha's antics.

"And the one who finally caught up to Kate and killed her," Lydia took over again.

"Or so we thought," Georgia mumbled, tilting her head, "Maybe I should've cracked that bitch's coffin open."

"The Calaveras heard that Kate had been killed by an alpha's claws. They wanted to make sure she was really dead," Scott explained what he was told, "Her body was healing, more and more as she got closer to the full moon. She was coming back, so they switched out the bodies. They took her.

"If a hunter's bit, they have to take their own life before they change. The Calaveras, they treat the code like law. They make it their responsibility to enforce it," he trailed off, suggesting she didn't actually kill herself when told to.

"Good for her," Malia mused, "I wouldn't do it either."

"Would you kill half a dozen people to get out?" Georgia cupped her hand over Malia's mouth, not trusting her to respond, "Because that's what she did."

They were silent for a few minutes before Kira sat up, "So Kate's a werewolf now?"

"I don't know," Scott said uncertainly, glancing at Georgia in the back, "You know there's this saying: sometimes the shape you take reflects the person you are."

"What kind of shape is a sociopathic bitch?" Lydia asked rhetorically, gazing out the window.

Out of nowhere, something ambushed Roscoe. The drive became incredibly bumpy, all bodies going flying all around when Stiles slammed on the breaks. A few groans were heard before they all filed out.

Braeden pulled over, approaching them, "What happened?"

"I don't know, it felt like we hit something," Stiles shouted back.

"Scott, we need to get there by night," Braeden called before they could check, "It's too dangerous otherwise."

They hesitated, debating what to do. Stiles waved his arm, "Go."

"Not without you," Scott denied.

"Dude, someone needs to find Derek," Stiles insisted, "We'll figure out something, we always do, just go."

Georgia nodded in agreement, "We can handle shit here, worry about yourself."

Scott hesitated, before reluctantly agreeing and heading for Braeden. Kira went to wish him a sort of farewell, ordering him to be careful and then hugging him. Georgia smiled at the sight, before Braeden rushed Scott to hustle.

Stiles popped the hood, studying the inside of his jeep. Malia went around by the wheel, squatting down, "Georgia," she called, reaching in to grab whatever she found, "I don't think we hit something," she stood, revealing a strange, pointed bone, "I think something hit us."

The bizarre weapon definitely set the group on edge, and urged Stiles to quicken his work on the jeep. The sun was continuing to set overhead, eating away at their time.

"Maybe we should just walk," Lydia suggested where she leaned against the side.

"Hey, I will never abandon this jeep," he pointed a screw driver at her, "You understand me? Ever," he returned one of the tools to his mouth, muffling his words, "Ever."

Malia was slowly taking a few steps away. Georgia cautiously walked up next to her, listening in to see what was wrong, "What is it?"

"Tell your boyfriend to work faster," Malia waved a hand back, "There is something out here with us."

Georgia and Stiles exchanged equally frightened glances. Whatever pierced the rubber wheel was definitely not friendly.

Georgia stayed by the coyote, ignoring Stiles arguing with Lydia as he worked on the jeep and Lydia held an apparently shaky flashlight. Isaac was between the jeep and the girls, just as Kira approached with her brandished sword.

"Anything?" the kitsune asked.

"It's too hard to see," Malia shrugged, "We should've brought another flashlight."

"You've got one, in your head," Isaac chirped in annoyance.

Malia scoffed, looking back at him with her arms, clad in a dark purple shirt, crossed, "In my head?"

Isaac smirked, flashing his bright yellow eyes. Malia caught on, turning back to the vast nothingness. She focused, just like Georgia taught her to, and made her eyes glow blue. Georgia did the same, red stare searching.

At the same time, they both spotted a foreign creature.

Malia didn't hesitate to release a loud growl and go running after it. Georgia gasped, chasing after her, "Malia, wait!"

"Georgia!" Stiles shouted, about to get down.

"Isaac, protect Stiles and Lydia!" Georgia ordered over her shoulder, feet thumping against the ground in the same direction Malia disappeared. Kira followed the both of them.

Isaac snarled, staying put and pacing back and forth in front of the jeep.

Georgia easily caught up to Malia, the two attacking the strange creature. It possessed unthinkable strength, clawing at them and throwing them aside.

Malia whimpered, clutching her bloody wound on her side. Georgia was struck across the shoulder, slicing the strap to her top. Georgia groaned, carefully tying either end back together. The thing had taken off.

"Malia, are you hurt?" she asked.

"Yeah," she breathed harshly, "I'll be okay."

Georgia tugged one of Malia's arms around her shoulders, carrying the both of them back the way they came. Kira turned to them, sword up defensively.

"Just us," Georgia assured, holding up a hand. Malia was still making slight noises of pain.

"What happened? What's out there?" Kira asked, examining the wounds.

Malia peered over their shoulders before back to the noirette, "I don't know. But it is big and fast. And it cuts deep."

Back towards Stiles, the jeep roared to life. The girls began running back, Georgia more or less carrying Malia. They all carefully rearranged back in the jeep. This time Isaac, Kira, and Lydia were in the back while Malia sat on Georgia's lap in the passenger seat.

"Malia, we've been over this so many times!" Georgia scolded.

"Been over what?" Malia shuffled forward in order to look back at her.

"You don't leave us behind," Georgia reminded her yet again, "Not even if we're injured or weak."

Those in the back watched curiously as the conversation unfolded. Malia's lips parted, "I wouldn't leave without you."

"Really?" Stiles was clearly surprised, assuming she was running away back there.

"I would never leave without Georgia," Malia said simply, turning to glance along all the others, "All of you, I would leave."

"You know, that's only comforting if Georgia didn't also run after you every time you go off," Stiles narrowed his eyes while Kira smiled small. Malia just shrugged, settling back against Georgia.

"I wasn't running, I was fighting," Georgia clarified. She flashed Stiles a smile, taking his hand in hers, "and I guess I wouldn't leave you behind, either."

"Gross," Isaac muttered.

They continued to drive off to the church where Kate took Derek. As Georgia glanced around, she suddenly realized they were gonna have to make room not only for Scott again, but Derek too.

She sighed, suddenly not looking forward to saving the man.

They eventually arrived to the proper destination. They all got out, approaching where Scott and Braeden were dragging out a dark haired guy.

Georgia slowed to a stop, her jaw dropping as they all formed a line.

"Is that him? Is that Derek?" Malia asked, having never seen him truly.

"Uh, sort of."

Derek Hale, where he stood, was a mere sixteen.

It was Kate's doing.

author's note
HIIII this felt like filler even though it's literally just the first episode,, not much happened but next chapter is gonna be a little more fun

honestly i just wanna write liam, it's tough pushing through these first few episodes tbh

anyways i love you <3 and thank you for reading and commenting