This is the first chapter in a brand-new story from me. It will be my own season, and take place sometime after season four so spoilers will be in if you haven't wanted.

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The tires of the old beat-up Mustang zoomed past the large "Welcome to Beacon Hills" sign, until they came to a squealing stop as the boy driving shifted the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of something in the darkness. It almost looked like the silhouette of a person's shadow, but clearly visible. The boy's hand trembled as it rested on the gear stick of the car. His breathing became shallow as his blue eyes stayed fixed on the figure. His eyes could no longer take the strain and in that fleeting moment of the blink, the figure was gone.

That was all in your head, the boy thought to himself, but his hand still shook even as his foot met the gas with force. Within seconds the car was at a speed of 70 miles per hour. The sounds of police sirens should have been the first sign of the boy's failure to obey the law, but still the car continued moving with the pounding of the heavy punk rock music blasting inside."Fuck," rolled off the boys' soft lips, stopping his singing when he finally noticed the car behind him.

Pulling over to the side of the road, after about half a mile of trailing the car, Sheriff Stilinski was already quite wary of the possible danger of this traffic stop. He had been a law officer for more years than anyone else in Beacon Hills. Most didn't stick around in this line of work in this town, but he did the job for the safety of the town that he loved.

"License and-," John asked, stepping up to the car, flashlight in hand. The light glistened over the boy obscuring the full view of his face. The boy's hand extended from the car, handing over what was asked for before John could finish his sentence.

"Do you know how fast you were going?" John asked, dropping this flashlight over the ID. John's face tensed as he read the name on the license. His hand slightly trembling as the flashlight once again shined the boy's face. "Colby," escaped John's lips as he stepped back in shock.

"Hi, Uncle John," the boy said with a wide smile as he blinked, head poked out of the shadows.

"Brett slow down," Liam panted as he raced, trying to keep up with the tall and muscular young beta.

"You suck Dunbar, come on," Brett yelled as he mockingly ran backwards. Liam's eyes flashed yellow as the boy's strength surged.

"Shit," rolled out of Brett's mouth as he toppled over something on the path. Liam laughed uncontrollably as he made it over to the larger boy.

"See what you get for being a dick," Liam said with a bright smile, barely noticeable under the dim light of the street lamp.

"Just help me up." Brett let out a puff of anger before extending his hand, pulling the smaller beta up with great force.

"What did I trip on?" Brett asked, as he wiped the dirt of his pants.

"I think it was your ego." Liam mocked.

"Real funny." Brett said, as he walked over to see what tripped him over.

"Ahhhhh," Liam stuttered as he looked at Brett. "I don't know, I guess garbage or something." Liam stepped away from the street lamp and nudged the object with his foot until it was fully exposed by the light.

"Shit," Brett jumped back as Liam gasped. In the middle of the two boys lay a severed human hand and forearm. Liam dropped low, crouching as he examined it.

"Don't touch it," Brett clamored as he moved closer, his own curiosity pulling him in. The limb was clearly a male's considering the long hair, Liam thought to himself, but he wouldn't say anything until he was sure.

The limb looked like it had been ripped off based on the jaggedness of the break. It also had a large torn piece of flesh. A bite mark, both boys thought to themselves.

"Why's the hand in a fist?" Brett asked, finally sinking down to match Liam.

"I don't know, but I think we should call Scott," Liam said, standing up.

"I don't need to wait for him." Brett's hands went for the limb.

"Wait," Liam shouted as his phone continued to ring.

"There's something in the hand," Brett said, suddenly looking up. Liam was surprised, mouth hanging slightly open. Brett took a deep breath as he put on a brave face in his attempt to impress Liam. The hand was hard to pry open, but soon Brett was able to wiggle out a small piece of paper without picking the hand up.

"What's on that?" Liam asked, rushing close towards him and grazing his chest with his hand. The slight touch sent chills down Brett's spine.

To Scott:

A gift for a True Alpha

-Kisses, A

Brett and Liam stood in a state of shock as they looked at the note in Brett's hands, until he dropped it.

"It's written in blood, you…you can smell it too, right?" Liam asked.

"Yeah, I think that's what I smelled, but the arm is dry?" Brett was confused.

"It was drained!" Liam exclaimed.

"Someone watches too much Law and Order," Brett snickered.

"Don't poke fun, it helps," Liam smiled, and it caused Brett to smile back, but soon it faded as the boys remembered the hand.

"Hello," a voice continued to repeat from Liam's cell phone.

Liam's eyebrows rose as he finally remembered he had dialed Scott. Both boys smiled, it was funny that even with their super-human hearing, they became so fascinated by the limb that they couldn't even hear Scott's hollering.

"Scott, we're going to need you to come to the running path by the park," Liam said, phone pressed to his ear.

Brett's face locked up, as if he didn't know if he should talk. He wasn't familiar with the openness of a pack like Scott's. Liam waved his hand, motioning for Brett to speak as Scott was put on speakerphone.

"Liam, I'm at work…."

"S-Scott, we need you to come right away," Brett interrupted with a slight stutter.

"I'm coming," Scott said right as the phone went dead.

Liam smiled. "Finally you spoke up." Brett smiled back.

"Well, I'm new to this pack and I couldn't talk out of turn with my alpha before, Satomi, and she wasn't my alpha for long, before she was murdered," the boys' smiles seemed to fade at the same time.

Brett was the first to walk away. Liam stood up and followed after him.

"Are you okay?" Liam asked sympathetically, eyebrows raised in concern for Brett.

Brett spun around and grabbed hold of the collar of Liam's sweat stained t-shirt. "I'm fine, don't pretend you give a shit," Brett said and pushed Liam out of his space. Brett's jaw clenched shut in anger, nostrils flared in a way that brought a slight smile to Liam's face, but only for a second.

"I actually do, you're just a cold dick," Liam said, turning away from Brett. The two boys stood in silence for a while, facing in opposite directions. There were two minds on the situation, and their mixed feelings for each other.

Brett POV.

Maybe he does actually care? I had to fight all my urges to stop myself from turning around to look at him. I always did kind of feel bad after being mean to him, but I couldn't let myself get hurt again. He's a little piece of crap, just as he's always been since I met him on the lacrosse team. Just because we happen to be in the same pack, it doesn't mean I have to be nice or…or care about him.

Liam POV:

I can't fucking stand him, he seems to be all over the place. One minute he's nice and the next he becomes a piece of crap. Even before I was a werewolf and we were on the same lacrosse team, he was always so closed-off for someone who was one of the most popular people in school. I know Brett and I have had problems in the past and since becoming a werewolf I have come to accept my rage issues and the problems I caused. I don't pretend I'm innocent or something, I've done bad shit that he could be mad at me for, and so could I. Hell, how many beatings did he give me after my actions on Coach's car? How he turned an entire school against me, but I did deserve it to a point, I guess. But since Scott turned me and brought him into our pack, I thought we'd be friends again or at least civil. I was right and wrong, one minute nice then an asshole again. He's Scott's problem now and if he thinks I'm going to train or look to Brett for help, Scott's crazy.

Both boys looked up as they heard, in the distance, the sound of a motor running.

"It's Scott," Liam said, giving up on the pouting contest the boys were in. The squealing tires of Scott's old dirt bike came to a stop right in front of him. Brett would never admit it, but he was slightly afraid of his new alpha, as evidenced by his frozen state. Scott was the kindest alpha Brett had ever met and he chocked it up to his age or the possibility that it was because he was a true alpha. Still he wasn't too sure of Scott yet.

Scott pulled off his helmet and flashed the boys a kind smile for a second. "What's wrong guys?"

Liam's body turned slightly, eyes shifting downwards towards the limb. Brett pointed; he wasn't going to talk up to his alpha without being asked to.

Scott's eyes widened, "Shit, what happened?"

"We found it here and…and there was a note," Liam spoke up. Brett walked over to them both and handed the note to Scott.

"Shit," escaped Scott's lips as he crouched down on the pavement.

Brett mimicked his alpha. "There…there was note in the hand" he said, scared to even talk without being asked.

Scott's eyes darted up, body tightening up as his nerves skyrocketed. "Let me see?" he asked, extending his hand.

Liam and Brett could hear Scott's heartbeat begin to race as he read the note. His frightened look quickly turned to a smile. "Ha… ha," he balled the paper up, tossing it in Liam's face. "Nice joke boys, I bet this is fake."

The smaller boy's face distorted in disgust. "Scott this isn't a joke," Liam said as Scott picked up the arm.

"Shit, this is real!" Scott yelled, dropping the arm. Brett couldn't help but slightly snicker. Liam flashed him a harsh look.

"I'm…I'm going to call Stiles and get the sheriff down here. If this is real, it's no coincidence you guys found this. If it's some sick joke, it means someone or something is targeting us."

"Could…could it be Kate again? Chris let her go, maybe she's back?" Liam said. Kate was a possible enemy that was still out for them.

"I don't think Kate would be dumb enough to target us so soon, and if it's her, we'll deal with her if she tries anything," Scott answered with a commanding tone that actually calmed Brett. The young beta had been through a lot in the last few months, losing two packs and almost being killed by people looking to cash in on the bounty of his and all other supernatural beings of Beacon Hills.

"You should both get back to my house, call your parents, Liam tell them…tell them anything. You're crashing with me tonight. Brett, set him up in the spare room with you," Scott ordered. Liam nodded in agreement with a smile, but Brett wouldn't even make eye contact.

What? You have to be joking . No, no, no, no, no, no, no, this can't be happening, Brett thought to himself as he started to squirm.

"Brett did you hear me?" Scott questioned. Brett finally looked up, body tense beyond control, but for some reason the muscles in his face forced a smile the second Brett looked at Liam's smiling face.

"Yeah, I heard you," Brett said, completely wimping out on saying no to Scott. Brett still was the newest member of Scott's pack and knew better to say no to an alpha. Even if Scott was nice, he didn't know him well enough.

"Ok, you two go," Scott ordered kindly. As the two boys walked away, they could her Scott complaining that Stiles wasn't answering his phone.

"So we're roomies tonight, I guess," Liam spoke up as they came to the exit of the park trail.

"Ah, yeah," Brett spoke with as much attitude as he could muster. Liam's smile disappeared. It seemed no matter how many times he tried to be nice to Brett, he always treated him like dirt. Liam didn't understand it, but he soon would.

"Stiles you need to come to the park right now. Liam and Brett found…found an arm," Scott spoke into his phone.

"What the fuck? How about a hello first before you drop news of more death, Scott," Stiles said.

"Stiles, just come here now with your dad. We...we have a major problem," Scott said hanging up the phone.

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