"Aw! Come on!" Stiles exclaimed as he saw the familiar flashing of police lights in his rear-view mirror. "Dammit hasn't my night been bad enough!?" he grumbled to himself as he pulled off to the side of the road and killed the engine to his blue jeep, his baby. As he turned his head to locate the window-rolling down button he was startled to see a figure looming outside his window. "The fuck? Did this guy jump out of his car and run to stand next to his window or something?" stiles wearily lowered his window half-way down and stopped when he saw black hair, a clean shaven face, piercing green eyes that almost had a glow to them, and unearthly pale skin. This was not a Beacon Hills police officer, Stiles knew every cop in town, if not by name then certainly by face, and his father hadn't spoken of any new deputies lately. Unless there was a reason why he hadn't mentioned this man to him? No, Stiles decided to himself, his dad trusted him. He sees potential in Stiles and knows his son has an undying love for mystery. That's why he sometimes lets him help out on the really tough cases. A knock on his half-way down window broke him from his reprieve, and he finished rolling the window down so they could hurry and get this over with. He half expected the man to speak in gasps as he said

"Do you know why I pulled you over?" in an angry voice that came from a face that should be scowling though the man stood stoic and expressionless.

"No, but I have a theory that his has to do with my adorable brown eyes" in a flash the cop thrust his hand into the driver's side window and slammed Stiles head into the steering wheel and in the same motion unlocked and opened the door. "Aw what the hell!?" he exclaimed at the same time the cop grabbed him by the arm and said

"Let's go out of the car." He effortlessly pulled him out of the jeep, took him around the front and roughly bent him over, face slamming into the hood.

"Hey! Ah- dammit asshole my dad's the Sherriff! You know? Your boss!" though pretty sure he didn't really work for his dad he wanted to see how dedicated to the façade of a small town cop this guy really was. He got no response as a foot kicked his legs apart and began frisking him, the hand lingering a little too long on his butt and then moved slowly down his outer thigh and then ran the same hand up his inner thigh and lightly touched his crotch through his jeans.

"Hey! Watch your hand, that's not protocol!" Stiles yelled at the man. Relief flooded him as the hand went away, then something hard pressed against his butt and he felt warm breathe on the back of his neck. Much to his surprise and dismay he found himself quite turned on by the whole ordeal.

Stiles awoke with a start, flailing his way onto his bedroom floor, "Oh… damn… that was a messed up dream" he said between breathes. He got up off the floor, put his blanket and sheet back on his bed and went to take a nice, cold shower. He was still thinking about the dream later that night as he pulled up to Scott's house.

"They found a body in the woods."

"What a dead body?" Scott asked dumbly.

"No a body of water, yes a dead body!" stiles exclaimed.

That night, as they searched the Beacon Hills preserve they heard the crunching of leaves under foot and saw the beams of numerous flashlights, "Shit the search party" Stiles said in a hushed whisper as he grabbed Scott by the hood of his red hoody and dragged him behind a tree.

"Hey! Who's there!?" The Sherriff's voice called through the woods at the same time all the beams and footsteps seemed to redirect themselves in the direction of their tree.

"Scott, hold on."

"Wha-" Scott only had time to look in the direction of his best-friend as he was pushed down a small hill as Stiles covered the noise of his friends fall by throwing himself out from behind the tree pretending he got startled and tripped.

Scott came to a stop at the bottom of a hill, which he assumed Stiles had misjudged the distance and the jaggedness of the rocks that now had Scott bruised and scraped up and down. Shrugging off the minor aching in his joints as he stood and looked around, unable to see anything in the dark and with Stiles having the one flashlight he had to settle with using the flashlight app on his IPhone. As he moved slowly and cautiously in the dark he tripped over a root sticking up from the ground that he hadn't noticed before, as he hit the ground he tightened the grip on his phone. He sat up and shone the light by his foot and saw an arm, he slowly moved the light revealing the upper half of a dead female wrapped in a tattered gray cloth. He screamed, jumped to his feet and ran for a ways; he stopped gasping for breath as pulled his inhaler out of his pocket. Panicked as he was he fumbled with his inhaler and dropped it, "Shit!" he said frustrated, he got his phone out and quickly scanned the ground in a small circle as he began to hear a strange thundering noise that seemed to be getting louder. Suddenly a large herd of deer burst from the trees and bushes and stormed past him, several antlers threatened to stab him and hooves almost stomped him as he fell to the ground amid the frantic deer. As quickly as they came they were gone, Scott unharmed got up and dusted himself off. A noise in the direction of the deer startled him and he quickly turned to see nothing, in that instant a huge brown mass slammed into his left side. Pain erupted from his side as what felt like razor blades tore into his flesh but for only a second and as he hit the ground he was alone.

I watched as my future pack mate stood up and clutched his side, he was confused and scared, perfect pray. Alas, no, this one was not for eating nor was his unsuspecting friend who was heading to the exit of the preserve and then from there the safety of Beacon Hills police station. I let out a loud howl for my new wolf; he would come to me in his own time whether he understood why or not but I still had other things to do that night. The humans with their noise and their smells but not just that, the dogs that would bark at anything that moved and best of all their beams of light they brought with them to help them see in the dark. Thinking back it's almost as if they wanted me to hunt them, coming into my territory with all that noise and the smells and the lights. I would have hunted them without these things but they helped to motivate the instinct driven shell I had become, regardless I wanted the second boy. I needed three and you know the saying, 'two birds with one stone'. They were easy to relocate. First, the dogs had caught my scent and as I assumed turned tail and ran much to the dismay of the police men whom they were escorting. The men pulled their guns but I was faster. I tore through their numbers like a pack of hungry wolves would a flock of sheep. Amid the shouting and shooting off into the darkness in the blind hope of actually getting a kill shot a few bullets did manage to lodge themselves into my right shoulder, more luck than anything else. After a moment of noise all was quiet, I stood in the center of a slaughter. Sniffing the air I found my pray, he was bleeding from his leg, a gunshot wound from a stray bullet.

"Get the hell away from my son!" Someone yelled as two bullets lodged themselves into the center of my back. I spun and roared; the man did not flinch but rather glared at me. Unlike the others I did not smell fear on him, he was confident. As if he stood a chance against me, a cop versus an alpha werewolf. This fool would die before me. I lunged at him and slammed my jaws shut around his head; instead of flesh I tasted sweat on the air. He rolled out of the way and came up on one knee firing two more shots, one to the center of my back and the other just beneath the base of my skull. Emotion began to build within me, I lunged again this time wanting to crush him beneath me but all I was greeted with was cold steel tearing through the fur and muscle of my abdomen. I swiped my massive claw through the air hoping to decapitate this fool human. Again he rolled out of the way, even managing to take blade with him. Rage consumed me and with that rage came the one other thing I was lacking; control. Not a lot but enough to drown out the instinct to kill this pest, instead we circled, I waited and finally it happened. He briefly, foolishly, took his eyes off me and looked in the direction of his boy. That was all I needed, I tore through the air and sank my teeth deep into his side. Much deeper than I had with Scott, I wanted to prove a point with this one. If this fight had continued he would have surely died, instead this nuisance gave me the rage to gain control of myself once again. Of course it would have happened naturally but this was just as good. He gave me my control, I repaid him by making him more than a simple cop; if he survived he would become a very useful asset. My intention was to get both boys but if the cop lived then he would suffice for my second, his son would become my third.