"What is required to make a human count as a pack member?"

"Blood. Marriage. Trust, friendship. I don't really want to trust the humans of Beacon Hills again, which is why I've been turning so many. I know I can trust my betas."

So you turn them into something that you can mind control, she doesn't say.

"... Would a pack be likely to show up if there were two packs in town?"

"...Maybe not. Maybe it would just attract the attention of a more powerful one, instead of one desperate for turf."

"Is there a way to avoid getting the attention of a pack entirely?"

"Some kind of magic, maybe? The best way is probably to not have an omega who's managing to live this long."

"Guess I'll try dying, if that helps."

Yvette considers ways to teach Scott a valuable lesson on how silence is golden, and duct tape is silver.

"Do they like novelties, or would they want to try their hand at recruiting?"

"Omegas don't make it without a pack. They'll want to know how he did it."

"... And if we say the answer is 'he went and got a new non-werewolf pack'? Will that just send them on their way without any issue?"

"They won't believe an omega has managed to form a pack of humans. I'm getting a bit tired of you pretending like you understand anything that's going on here."

"I am a quick study," she snaps. "I'm sorry, have you negotiated any truces yet? Cured any kanima? Saved any lives with just a well-aimed cellphone and some quick thinking?"

"Derek, maybe-"

"I'd like you to leave my property now."

Yvette stares him down, wondering if she can actually burst into flames from fury on the spot or not. Spontaneous combustion isn't a thing, right? Surely not. She counts to five lightning quick in her head and recalls that she has to be the mature one with these idiots. She can't just expect them to grow up and get over themselves at any point in time. So she has to.

"I apologize," she says, in a much clearer voice than she could have ever hoped from herself. Oh god, she's adjusting. Someone, send help. This is going to be her new normal. "I've been in a very convenient position since I got here, but it's been a bit stressful." Understatement. "But I can and will help you, I can get you peace with the Argents and I can try to get you peace with other werewolves but I need your help to do it."

"No. We're done. I have no interest in you or whatever mind games you want to play with these kids. Good luck."

Looking up anger management techniques is definitely getting higher priority now.

"Fine. But do not bite anyone else. You have enough of a pack without Scott to avoid getting pack attention, by your own admission. Don't start an actual war over preventing a possible one."

"We'll see what I decide in the morning. It'll be a surprise for both of us. Give my regards to the Argents."

He strolls back inside, Jackson following close behind him.

Yvette stays where she is, watching him leave silently.

Her hands are shaking slightly. It isn't from fear.

"Well. That went better than expected. He agreed not to bite anyone else, kind of. Good job, buddy."

Scott ignores him.

"Yvette, are you okay? He's gone now, he can't hurt you."

He doesn't seem to have noticed that it's not fear yet.

"Fear is the last thing on my mind right now," she says, in that remarkably even diplomatic tone she seems to have stuck on. "Was that actually agreement, Stiles? It was hard to tell. I see what you mean about him."

"He'll at least consider it. He's afraid of you and thinks you have better judgment than him, but he also thinks you want him to suffer."

"Derek might bite more betas, regardless of what he said tonight. I don't think the Argents will go back on their word if he does, but it's something we should look out for."