Stiles' eyes were puffy and red, it had been an hour maybe more, he couldn't tell, but he was forced to watch. Watch as each and every member of Destiny's old pack hurt her. They cut her face, ripped her clothes, kicked her in her stomach and an especially sick member groped her. But she did nothing to stop them because of him, because his life was in danger. He tried to look away but the person who was guarding him grabbed his face, forcefully turned it towards where she was convulsing on the ground and spitting out blood, and kept it there. "Stop." He whimpered, his voice was hoarse and as rough as sandpaper, "Please just stop." No one heard him or if they did they pretended not to.
"Stiles." She croaked, "Don't hurt him…let him go."
"I can't do that Destiny; I know you'll try to get away again."
Stiles looked around to locate the source of the new voice, his eyes landed on a tall blonde man who was making his way through the mass of people gathered around Destiny's body, "You look familiar." Stiles blurted out, "Didn't I see you at Wal-Mart?"
The blonde looked amusedly at him but didn't answer the question; instead he looked down at Destiny and grinned. A full on 50 Megawatt grin. "Destiny." He crooned, crouching down, "when was the last time I saw you like this? Maybe a month or two ago. Time flies by so quickly when you're hunting down one of your old pack members."
"It's me you want you sick sadistic bastard," she rasped, struggling to look up and make eye contact with him, "Leave Stiles out of this."
He gently stroked her hair; it could have been taken as a show of affection if Stiles didn't know that he was a ruthless piece of shit. "I told you I can't do that Destiny." He murmured softly, "He's the only leverage I have over you and if you even try to escape." He let a dry chuckle out, "you know the rest."
"I won't run." She promised, she was begging now and Stiles hated it. He hated seeing her bow down to a man that had caused her years and years of pain, "Please let him go. I'll obey. Lukas please."
The blonde's…Lukas' eyes flashed angrily before his face split into a lazy grin. "Do you remember that rhyme Destiny?" he asked while hoisting her up and helping her stand, "I used to recite it to you almost everyday after we were done…playing." He purred. Destiny winced but nodded.
"Do you want me to say it again?" he asked, caressing her cheek.
"No." she whispered.
"Snowy White," he started flicking out his claws, "And Rosy Red." He placed his claws next to her waist and dug them in making her gasp in pain, "Will you beat your lover dead?" At that he lazily dragged his claws around the circumference of her waist. She screamed and cried but did not fall down. He yanked his claws out of her, grabbed a handful of her hair and brought her close to his face, "Snowy White and Rosy Red," he murmured next to her lips, "Don't beat your lover dead." Lukas crushed his lips onto hers and placed one hand on the small of her back to pull her closer. Destiny wriggled, trying to break free of his grasp but was failing. She pushed against him but to no avail, finally she gave up and her entire body slumped against his. Stiles turned his head away in pure disgust and his guard let him. When Lukas finally pulled away tears streamed down Destiny's face, he wiped them away and continued to stroke her face.
"No more running." He whispered, "You're mine now."

Scott heard her scream. Everyone heard it; it pierced the cool evening air like a knife. Derek didn't even hesitate when he sprang out of the car and sprinted towards where the scream came from. A few seconds later Scott was running with him, both of them in stride with each other running faster and faster the closer they got. Derek broke his stride a few metres away from where the rival pack was gathered and yanked Scott behind a tree.
"Derek wha…"
"Shh." He hissed. Derek gingerly stuck his head out from behind the tree and looked around.
"How many people do you think there are?" Scott whispered.
"Around twenty to thirty…this is an abnormally large pack." Derek grumbled. He continued watching as a few people shuffled around. There was a small opening in the crowd and when he looked through he had to swallow down the bile that was rising in his throat. He watched as Destiny struggled against that blonde bastard, as he kept on pulling her towards him, he watched as she finally lost her will to fight and her entire body just relaxed into his grip. Scott was watching too. Both of them were disgusted at what they were seeing.
"I'm going to kill him." Scott snarled, he ran towards the gathering and let out a small war cry as he shifted and lunged at the blonde, shell-shocked Alpha who still had his arms around Destiny. Derek leapt out from behind the tree a short while later to try and help his Alpha who was knocked out of the air by a one armed swipe from Lukas. He cackled evilly and tightened his hold on Destiny.
"Derek Hale." He said grinning, "It must be Christmas. And why -may I ask- are you here?"
"I changed my mind." Derek growled while helping Scott to his feet, "I want Destiny back."
"Oh you don't mean that. She's a handful…but I'll tell you what. If you leave Destiny with us you can have your human back. What was his name? Biles?"
"Stiles." Scott snarled, "And we're not leaving without Destiny."
Lukas just smiled again and ran his nose against her cheek, "Hmm…" he mused, "I don't think I want to do that. What do you think Destiny?"
She looked up at Scott, avoiding eye contact with Derek and replied softly, "Take Stiles and leave. Just go, I'm not worth it."
"Bullshit!" Scott yelled.
Derek's head perked up and he glanced around the clearing. "Do you hear that?"
Lukas whipped his head to the left and his eyes widened in surprise, "Oh shi-"
The Camaro slammed into him at 100 miles per hour, sending him flying into a tree. Jackson opened the door to the driver's seat and smiled smugly at Derek. Destiny was knocked to the floor and was wearing a dazed expression on her face; she shook her head and ran towards the guard who was holding Stiles. She cocked her eyebrow at him expectantly and held out one of her hands, he microscopically nodded his head and let go of Stiles. He launched himself into Destiny and held her tightly.
"Stiles," she said gently trying to pry him off, "We kinda have to leave now and you may or may not be reopening healing wounds."
He immediately detached himself and dragged Destiny into the car, throwing her onto Isaac's lap and pulling Lydia onto his. He pulled his girlfriend closer to him and she relaxed into his embrace.
"Jackson, drive!" Scott demanded as he slid into the back.

The ride back to Derek's loft was awkward to say the least. No one had anything to say nor did they want to say anything, they were tired and generally annoyed at everything. The entire pack fell asleep in different parts of the loft. Scott and Allison took over the couch, Jackson was propped up against a wall, Isaac was flat out on the floor, Stiles and Lydia had walked into the guest room and had fallen asleep in each others arms. Destiny was out cold before they arrived so Derek had carried her to his room. He laid her down on the bed and was just about to leave when he felt her hold his hand. Without opening her eyes Destiny whined in her sleep and tugged him towards the bed. He gently tried to tug his hand free but she whimpered and to his surprise whispered, "Stay…please." After saying that her hand fell limply across the bed and she began to snore softly. He looked down at her and smiled softly, Derek crawled into the space next to her and didn't resist when she put her leg over his and nuzzled his neck. He wrapped his hand around her waist and gradually fell asleep.